William Wordsworth

Stream flows in my soul as it flows ten thousand years ago and I can hear its song embraces eternity, dear, I can see your life as candle lights thousands of readers as prophet of nature reveals the mystery of nature, Cockermouth, Cumberiand...shine in the pages I feel, the firmament touches the immortality with your verses dear: ''My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky... the child is father of the man...'' they are like blazing drops of dew in the eyes of spring fringe the petals of lotus, I feel.