Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Intimations of Immortality - Wordsworth

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever 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.

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