Sonnet - Admonition

  (Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those 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 stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook,
  Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
  But covet not th' 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 worst 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 touch'd, would melt, and melt away!

• About William Wordsworth