A says:
Fragile unthinking buttercup, beware
The cow's great chomping tooth. Beware the hiker's boot.
But most of all beware, beware
The lovely wasting summer days that steal
Your golden life away.

B says:
But I have seen you stand despite storms;
I've seen you close against night's chill;
I've seen you flaunt boldly for the bee's favours;
I've seen the great meadows; I know for how many milennia
Your bright brave family has blossomed.

Wordsworth says neither of these.