The unending cry of William Wordsworth,
His praise of nature, from the "Tintern Abbey"
The sights and sounds,
The the pleasures both raw and polished,
The beauty, both within and without,
what is this called poetry.
A sorrowful John Keats,
Panting yet praising; an Urn, -a Grecian old urn,
Beholding an art with...
