POEM 1: The wild thing ran from left to right
He knew not which was which
But the wild rose was above him
When they found him in the ditch.
Oh pardon us nor harden us
We did not see so clear
The day we went to Banocockburn
By way of Brighton pier...
(Extract, by G.K Chesterton TM).

POEM 2: Thou must have marked the lines
Of purple gold, that motionless
Hung o'er the sinking sphere:
Thou must have marked the billowy clouds
Edged with intolerable radiancy
Towering like rocks of jet
Crowned with a diamond wreath
And yet there is a moment
When the sun's highest point
Peeps like a star o'er Ocean's western edge,
When those far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea;
Then has thy fancy soared above the earth,
And furled its wearied wing
Within the Fairy's fane.
(Extract, by P.B Shelley).