| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| W. Wordsworth |
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| CCXLVIII. Admonition to a Traveller |
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| 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 the abode; O do not sigh | 5 |
| 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 would be if it were thine, | |
| Even thine, though few thy wants!—Roof, window, door, | 10 |
| 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 away! | |
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