Just Writing poetry about Words worth.

It was for school.

If I, was placed aside Wordsworth
To press, to know what's minds romance
Then maybe then colors spurs forth
The knowing sought by natures dance
 
To lean across the aging oak
To glean treasure locked up in mind
That only he, Wordsworth had wrote
From rust to key, now you can find

Beauty walk past, beauty walks fast
It stands, sitting idol and still
Its right in front, a pearl so vast
Violet and gold, a moonlit chill

Asking only the best
He's the romantic crest
You will find all romantic worth
Once you read poetic Wordsworth