Flooded with poetry

I see no real reason but I seem to have gone into poetry recall..from those I learnt at primary school to those I read in Eric Segal many years later. I can recall Kukuburra sits on the old Gum Tree and the amazing memoirs of a traveller, who saw stone trunks - Ozymandias and then there was Edward Lear's - the Owl and the Pussycat. There is of course Abu Ben Adam, and the one that comes to mind every early spring in England, when the Daffodils come out and William Wordsworth's words are visible everywhere.
They just seem to come flooding in right now, poems, rhymes, thoughts that start from a piece of literature I read a long time ago. It got triggered by watching Mira Nair's 'Namesake' where Tabu quotes Wordsworth, and continued by thinking about the lines Oliver says to Jenny in the Love Story ~ Eric Segal at his best,

"When our two souls stand up erect and strong
"Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher
"Until the lengthening wings break into fire at either curved point,
"What bitter wrong can the earth do to us
"That we should not long be here contented?
"Think! In mounting higher, the angels would press on us
"And aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song
"lnto our deep, dear silence
"Let us stay rather on earth, Beloved,
"Where the unfit contrarious moods of men recoil away
"And isolate pure spirits
"And permit a place to stand and love in for a day
"With darkness and the death-hour rounding it."
"l give you my hand!
"l give you my love more precious than money
"l give you myself before preaching or law
"Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
"Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"

Of course she says yes!!

Phew!! that piece was stuck in my mind and I had to Google it and get it out of my system tonight, or I would have been wandering around repeating the two lines that had come to mind..there is something to be said about poetry...its like a smell, reminds you always of what you initially thought and felt when you read it. It has an ability to recall more than just words...thank heavens for an ICSE system which did at that time (long time ago) laid emphasis on poetry and drama and prose...