Poem by William Wordsworth

Admonition

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.

1. Written in Very Early Youth
2. When to the Attractions of the Busy World
3. How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
4. An Evening Walk
5. A Farewell

Sylvia Plath Admonition ("If you dissect a bird")

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