These are the sounds that Wordsworth heard - br The rush of the wind, the song of the bird. br br These are the sights that Coleridge knew - br The re-charged sun and the cloudless blue. br br These are the smells, these the perfumes - br The scent of the crocus and primrose in bloom. br br These are the feelings the poets outpoured, br While the world sprang to life and the ice thawed. br br Now I myself feel the emotions they felt, br As the buds unfold and the snows melt. br br 10411br br Denys E. W.