My Journey Through Some British Poets .

If I start from Shakespeare ,
 I see love be-fooling Time ,
 And I return to Avon with no rime .
In Milton ,-the catharsis rests ,
 With relief of smokes from democratic chest .
 And the vain glory of fantasy's best !
Donne introduces love both in body and spirit ,
 ‘Unification of sensibility' substantiates his merit ,
In my intake , Blake seems to be a true poet ,
 The forms and colors of Soul ,-unifies his gate !
Shelly by virtue of his past birth ,
 Has installed his vision in this earth !
Wordsworth is more a sermon than a primrose ,
 Disillusion in love and revolution , come in prose .
Coleridge the frenzy incarnate ,- haunts my being ,
 For what we all are ,-is the supernatural thing .
Keats for beauty's quest sends the senses into sleep ,
 And image wrought , for imaginary thought , he for art ,reaped !
Arnold cries in wilderness for a vagabond's mission ,
 And thinks Humanization , as the guardian of civilization .
Tennyson gets confused with the incessant striving of his age ,
 And the born artist in him turned into a spiritual vase .
Browning finds himself , as curator of a zoo ,
 And records the humor of each animal , as per psychic hue .