I have always liked poetry ever since the first day I could understand how to read. Am I a romanticist or just a dreamer? I can not stop reciting in my head Wordsworth ‘s To a Butterfly and My Heart Leaps up’. I also particularly love the verse
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
I remember the first days I read that poem, I could not make heads or tails of what the great poet was saying. However, it soon gradually became like a part of me as I could never put the book down.
Sometimes, I often find myself, when in an utter state of solitude dreaming of those long gone days when I was a little boy playing in the forest.I often go wondering back to days of my youth. Chasing birds…
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