詩歌賞析：A Prayer for my Daughter

　　A Prayer for my Daughter

　　Once more the storm is howling， and half hid

　　Under this cradle-hood and coverlid

　　My child sleeps on.　There is no obstacle

　　But Gregory's wood and one bare hill

　　Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind，

　　Bred on the Atlantic， can be stayed;

　　And for an hour I have walked and prayed

　　Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

　　I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour

　　And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower，

　　And under the arches of the bridge， and scream

　　In the elms above the flooded stream;

　　Imagining in excited reverie

　　That the future years had come，

　　Dancing to a frenzied drum，

　　Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

　　May she be granted beauty and yet not

　　Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught，

　　Or hers before a looking-glass， for such，

　　Being made beautiful overmuch，