I used to think Alfred, Lord Tennyson was my favorite poet.
Then I actually read some of his poems!

It's a funny story. Way back in high school I had to compare two poets, selected for me by the teacher. One was Tennyson, and another Edna St. Vincent Millay. I had no
idea who Edna St. Vincent Millay was. Why, the
nerve that I would have to read some
no-name's poems. It was an example of the worst institutionalized schooling had to offer, forcing upon us things we didn't want to read! It was an outrage!
Anyways you get the point.
Well I checked out a book of her poems in the library and took it home. There I started to read. And read. And read. And read. Before I knew it I had the entire book read cover to cover and then went back to re-read at
least 10 of my favorites one more time. I loved it. They were colorful, full of life, easy to read, and made me think. Tennyson on the other hand wrote...well...In Memoriam
A.H.H. If you've ever read that "poem" you'll understand.
I ended up reading everything about and by Millay I could find and ended up liking her for her life as much as for her poems. Still like to have a pass through a collection of Millay's poems now and again.
Can't say I've ever read a line of Tennyson since.
Here's one of her more famous (and short) poems: First Fig.
http://theotherpages.org/poems/millay02.html#1