WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening 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;-forbear to sigh,
As many do, repining while they look;
Intruders-who would tear from Nature's book
This precious leaf, with harsh impiety.
Think what the home must 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 away.

by William Wordsworth

Comments (5)

............wonderfully penned, when spring does arrive, it's well worth the wait ★
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring.- - - - - - - - - - ] I love love love it when writers use words where we are not accustomed to seeing them used. The poem is quiet knowledgeable about the weather systems of his area and quite knowledgeable about the plant and animal life around his home. trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] is a lovely line and usage of the word shuddering to describe those boughs. I wish it sounded less like a text book though. He knows what he is talking about but I am not getting the sense that he knows why.he is talking about it.
A lovely sonnet with vivid descriptions of early spring. I agree with Kim, that there is a lack of feeling - this poem is more like a snapshot of a scene, rather than an expression of the writer's personal connection to what he is observing. There is a place for simple snapshots.
Steps of spring! ! Nice work.
A well-crafted sonnet. Perfect in form, but (for me) lacking in feeling.