Glittering, like a brook

This was two years ago and in an Idaho January, 
and I won't see the like in San Jose this winter.

But we have turned on the heat. . .and perhaps it is time for a little Wordsworth. . .

Written in London, September, 1802

O Friend! I know not which way I must look

For comfort, being as I am, opprest,

To think that now our life is only drest

For show; mean handiwork of craftsman, cook

Or groom!---We must run glittering, like a brook

In the open sunshine, or we are unblest:

The wealthiest man among us is the best:

No grandeur now in nature or in book

Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,

This is idolatry, and these we adore:

Plain living and high thinking are no more:

The homely beauty of the good old cause

Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,

And pure religion breathing household laws.

William Wordsworth

John Brantingham, The Gift of Form; a Pocket Guide to Formal Poetry, 2nd edition, Spouthill Press, San Dimas CA, 2015, page 50.

And yes, it is a sonnet. Have you tried this form??? 
I discovered this book through my enthusiasm 
for the poetry of John Brantingham.