The Poets


Blind Milton  dwells deep
sails in the realms
of Heaven as he pens
Paradise Lost and Regained.

A walk along the green 
meadows with the breeze 
striking his face prompts 
Wordsworth’s  Tintern  Abbey.

Suspense mounts as what will 
happen,as Keats says the least in 
La Belle Dame Sans Merci,
much is left to the reader.

Harmonious madness flows
 from Shelley’s  lips  as 
he addresses the Skylark.
Sublimity overwhelms,

It is the feel 
which enlightens
the experience  
that enthralls.

Excitement inspires,
a bliss one of poetic
evolves a transcendental 
 state of mind.

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