Wordsworth
A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
Copyright © Hyunjin Ryoo | Year Posted 2010
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