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   

             Childhood"(1804)