Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Splendor in the Grass

Feel the gladness of the May!
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;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering...

Poem excerpt from Splendor in the Grass...
Ode on Intimations of Immortality by W. Wordsworth

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