William Wordsworth

Ah! why this churlish silence, pray;
Thou know'st I did the Nuptials hail;
Yet nothing hast thou deign'd to say—
Why, gentle Poet of the Vale?

Art thou absorb'd in wedded joy,
Preparing for a Gossip's tale?
Or fondling o'er a darling boy,
The future Poet of the Vale?

Or dost thou woo the simple Muse?
Thy artless courtship scarce can fail,
For moral, kind, and tender views,
Endear the Poet of the Vale.

Oh! should'st thou to this region come,
Compar'd with thine a dusky gaol,
How gladly would my humble home
Receive the Poet of the Vale!