Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Admonition
XXIX.
ADMONITION,
Intended more particularly for the Perusal of these who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in the Country of the Lakes.
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!
—The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook
Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
But covet not the Abode—Oh! do not sigh,
As many do, repining while they look;
Sighing a wish to tear from Nature's Book
This blissful leaf with harsh impiety.
Think what the home would be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants!—Roof, window, door,
The very flowers are sacred to the Poor,
The roses to the Porch which they entwine:
Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day
On which it should be touched would melt, and melt away!