Good house, to me you were but a device
To keep the rain outside, a shelter where
I could change clothes unseen,
dodge winter's ice,

And sometimes hang the hat I seldom wear
And also harbor bugs and molds and mice
Pyromaniac wiring and shortcuts rash
Remodelings whose lack we could not bear
A bottomless pit wherein to throw our cash
But living there with love, as love doth grow
Our house and home, thou growest too on me

We shape thee to our ends, and come to know
A good part of our lives are shaped to thee
I did not know before that builder's art
Could really make a dwelling for the heart.