WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye! <br />The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook <br />Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook, <br />Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! <br />But covet not the Abode;-forbear to sigh, <br />As many do, repining while they look; <br />Intruders-who would tear from Nature's book <br />This precious leaf, with harsh impiety. <br />Think what the home must be if it were thine, <br />Even thine, though few thy wants!-Roof, window, door, <br />The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, <br />The roses to the porch which they entwine: <br />Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day <br />On which it should be touched, would melt away.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/admonition-2/
