its really hard to write poetry which everyone likes
because sometimes it becomes good after several readings and thinkings (usually after poet is very old or deceased)
its not a bad passage
maybe just not my type atm.
Here's an easy one. Anyone guess where this one came from?
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'"
One of my favourites