A Few Words About Wordsworth

Wordsworth wrote, in 'Splendor in the Grass,' of the glory found in the flower. He alluded to a love long passed, like a clock ticks off each hour. He was saddened when taken from his sight, was the radiance of a love he once knew. His world had been filled with splendid light, but darkened in shades of gray and blue. He wrote to tell us we should not grieve for a lost love we've left behind. His words I will never believe, for in them no truth do I find. I wonder if Wordsworth shed a tear, or had his heart hardened to stone. Did his sobs ever reach his ears? In grief, did he ever cry alone? Do men mourn loss in a different way? Are they immune to crying at all? When my love learned I was going away, I wonder if he allowed his tears to fall. Wordsworth may have been a poet grand, but in 'Splendor...' he has clearly shown the falsehoods written by his hand. I grieve for love... I cry alone.