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