What if you were to meet Wordsworth my dear,

How would you possibly know it was he?

Perhaps you might think that his speech was quite queer

Or find his manner a quaint novelty.

Speaking of Tintern, might that be a clue,

Or his travels in France after Bastille?

His friendship with Coleridge or verses they drew

To alter the landscape of odes lyrical?

The point of this rune is that we don’t know

What talent may dwell in the souls that we meet,

But by bending an ear we may at least show

A knowledge that worth may be hidden beneath;

For though every heart a floret may thrill,

Clear not every bloom’s a damn daffodil!