this poem is written as a sonnet with the primary rhyme being trochaic tetremeter. The cloud is being used as a metaphor for direction. The persona is torn by his ual identity. There is also the usage of iambic meter.
The meaning I draw from this is love is a never ending thing. To love is to be loved. We never forget our first "true love".
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You really need to research the authors of all of these poems to truly gain a feel for them. Wordsworth was so attuned to nature, and this poem is a beautiful reflection of his appreciation for nature and the fact that all too often we do not appreciate the beauty around us until much later in our lives.
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