Andrew Marvel, William Blake To Wordsworth
I
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!
II
When the world is too much with us
He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ
III
Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake
IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2022
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