Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Splendor in the Grass.
...What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind. ...
from William Wordworth's "
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early
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