I guess there’s something more to say
So let me start with Thomas Gray
In his times a well-known bard
For Elegy written in country Churchyard
A phrase was there which made him rise,
“where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”
For angels, Christ and God’s sake
The One who wrote was William Blake
The mother Nature gave birth to a child
Whose verse was, like his work, so mild
With worthy work he was Wordsworth
Who dwelt in Nature’s lap of mirth
The Ones whose work I go through daily
Are Marlowe, Keats and P.B.Shelley
Freud-like king was Robert Browning
His poems reflect his dramatizing
The old Chaucer, Spenser, Milton, Donne
Are rich in wit, conceit and fun
But Eliot, Lawrence, W.H.Auden
Are some of those but known as modern.
Heaney, Larkin and Ted Hughes
Serve also in the court of Muse.
Yet, in the end do let me say
Still there’s something more to say!
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