To learn vast verses of Wordsworth, Shelley and Yeats was not simply an educational exercise. It was a journey into the human heart, a rich discovery of ideals that shaped the way we lived and thought. In the birdsong we heard a hymn. In the sky we saw the vaults of heaven. In the tree we saw the source of the fall, the roots of stability and the grandeur of age.

To learn vast verses of Wordsworth, Shelley and Yeats was not simply an educational exercise. It was a journey into the human heart, a rich discovery of ideals that shaped the way we lived and thought. In the birdsong we heard a hymn. In the sky we saw the vaults of heaven. In the tree we saw the source of the fall, the roots of stability and the grandeur of age.