William Wordsworth's less known Poem about Zombies

We all know that William Wordsworth was a bit of a poet, but it appears he missed out poetry about Zombies. I am sure he meant to write at least one poem about them but was probably advised against the idea by his publishers, who as with most publishers like to play safe and only publish nice safe poetry edited to death about say daffodils. So I think it is time for History to put things right with William Wordsworth’s famous . . . . . A host of Groaning Daffodils (sorry Zombies)  

They staggered groaning very loud

Chasing folk across o'er vales and hill

When all at once I knew it was a crowd

A host of gory zombies that kill;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Stuttering and dancing as they sneeze

Werewolves howling as the full moon shines

Witches sniggering getting in the way

Zombies stretch'd in never-ending lines

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The Witches waving their wands; but they

Where Attacked by the Zombies with much glee:

A poet could not but shout out and say

In such a jocund company:

Look Out – Look Out – But I had not thought

The Zombies think pudding I had brought

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

Those Zombies flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with Monstrous Zombie thrills

The END