An humble tribute to William Wordsworth: (1770 – 1850) <br /> <br />When I was young Wordsworth hood-wink(ed) , <br />At his deep delved ideas I couldn’t drink. <br />When of this Priest of Nature now I think, <br />His dazzling depth just makes me blink. <br /> <br />The Truth in all its nakedness he saw! <br />Lesson’s from Nature he could draw! <br />Guide to child and youth, to age a straw, <br />Narrated awesome beauty without a flaw. <br /> <br />Now I can proclaim aloud, <br />I am out of the sordid crowd. <br />I wander lonely as his cloud, <br />The meanest flower now makes me proud. <br /> <br />Now I love the Sun and Shower, <br />Now I am in the Nature’s bower, <br />Now I know who is a lover, <br />Now I know life is for ever.<br /><br />C. P. Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intimations-of-immortality/
