"London 1802" or, as I call it, "A Poet's Bromance"

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower,
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
                     -William Wordsworth

"London 1802" by William Wordsworth is an Italian sonnet lamenting the demise of poet John Milton, consequently, the author of "When I Consider How My Light is Spent". In the first eight lines of the sonnet, he is describing London in 1802 (totally unexpected, I know) - "...she is a fen, Of stagnant waters: alter, sword, and pen." He is saying that England has forgotten all the things that made them great: religion, military, and literature. The speaker is convinced that Milton could inspire England, and turn the selfish Englishmen into their old noble selves. The next six lines, which is the turn in the poem, goes from him ranting about the state of England to the speaker dwelling on Milton's high points, "Thy soul was like a Star..." and "Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea." He says that he is admirable, had an amazing character, and praises the poet's humility.