The Romantic

The romantic as a poet means colourful, Dreamy, gay and fanciful And imaginative, Taking flights into and revelling in. The romantic not in romance-seeking, but in being free from, Uninhibited, not under the bondage of slavery, A man speaking to a man, A man sympathizing with commonly, Freely. A lover of man, birds and beasts, A lover of the woods and the wilds, Solitude and its loveliness, A singer of the hills and the brooks, the blue skies and the solitary landscapes, The shepherdess and pastoral beauty. What it is good in life, what it is beauty is truth and truth beauty and goodness, A dreamer and a thinker, a reader and a philosopher, A viewer and a passer-by, Pausing and viewing The mystery and beauty of the woods. The romantic is an observer of life Conditioning it, the situations around and exploring them, Creates he, The avenues of his or a better life and a better thinking and a better world, A better domain to dwell in. A lover of loneliness and the landscapes scattered around, Full of fallows and fields, trodden and untrodden, The domains encompassing, Exotic flora and fauna, Flowers sprouting on the pathways But strangely beautiful, Almost unappreciated and unsung of, Unadmired and let off unnoticed.