An humble tribute to William Wordsworth: (1770 – 1850)

When I was young Wordsworth hood-wink(ed) ,
At his deep delved ideas I couldn’t drink.
When of this Priest of Nature now I think,
His dazzling depth just makes me blink.

The Truth in all its nakedness he saw!
Lesson’s from Nature he could draw!
Guide to child and youth, to age a straw,
Narrated awesome beauty without a flaw.

Now I can proclaim aloud,
I am out of the sordid crowd.
I wander lonely as his cloud,
The meanest flower now makes me proud.

Now I love the Sun and Shower,
Now I am in the Nature’s bower,
Now I know who is a lover,
Now I know life is for ever.

C. P. Sharma

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intimations-of-immortality/