My feet are at Moorgate

My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised ‘a new start’.
I made no comment. What should I resent?

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English Romantic poet known for his vivid imagery, great sensibility, and mature use of language.

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