William Wordsworth

Poetry weaves its wondrous symmetry

On drifting clouds of searing imagery

Wandering in realms of magical vision

Writ abstract on the naked imagination

Voyaging upon infinite oceans of rhyme

Beating rhythms of a sounding beauty

In those hours before a dawning chorus

Eclipsed the past of its dolorous song

Shackling poetry to its ancient thrall

The golden flower unchained the dream

Of brilliance writ in luminous cadence

Reaping in fields of solitary thought

Traversing horizons of pure romance

Gazing through time’s elliptical prism

Upon curves of solid liquid geometry

Flowing in streams of rippling sound

Unfolding nature’s riotous harmonies

In the lonely beauty of a single flower

Surrendering unto landscape’s mirage 

Decanting words worth heavenly song

Upon chalices of sweetened deliverance

Dazzling nature by her purest reflection.