I want a do over-

I was an English major in college, and I thought I was so cool. While my friends were solving differential equations or learning international policies, I was relishing the words of the great British poets. I saw their words as my academic conundrum. What did they mean? What did they think when they wrote this or that? These men were my people. I spent many nights curled up with a book of poetry and found myself lost in words. I could read a poem that, for some, appeared to be in Greek (old English) and tell you precisely what the words meant.
   
    I was particularly fond of Shakespeare and loved seeing and hearing the jokes (he was very comical) and watching his characters develop and float in the beauty of his sonnets. But I did not learn in college that the proper understanding of poetry happens when you are ready for it. In college, I was not.
    Yes, I could quote the good stuff, but looking back now, It was my party trick to quote a sonnet and watch as my friends nodded in approval. Could my accountant friends do that?
 
I was living and breathing the masters, but I was faking my understanding and the emotional connection to the words. I looked at the terms and mechanically assigned meaning to them. If the birds were soaring, I could visualize birds taking flight. I thought I understood what the masters were trying to convey. 

I read the Greats, but I never really "read" them.  That's right; I was using my mechanical mind to listen. Youth is definitely wasted on the young.
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I want to go back and do it all other again. How would it feel to be Jonah in the whale? Was Mr. Darcy a real cad? What loneliness must Heathcliff have experienced brought to a new country? What the heck does that sonnet mean?
What would you want to read again with the benfit of maturity?