To William Wordsworth
Oh, poet, whose soft tones the oceans bless
With their sweet songs and stows the summer’s clime
With all unearthly sounds, I can’t express
How much of worth your verse has been through time!
No matter when or where I drink your words,
My spirit rises on fair freedom’s wings
For with a passion, sweet, no bard affords,
Your voice, your tender tone, compassioned, sings,
And shames the songs of swallows, flitting by
Or nightingales, soaring o’er spring’s bloom.
Fair poet, let not your sweet lullaby
Wane ever in the face of time’s black doom
For Wordsworth, I’ve read lots of poetry
But never have they as your voice, touched me!
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
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