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
Excerpt from: Ode: Intimations of Immortality
From Recollections of Early Childhood: X
By William Wordsworth
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
Excerpt from: Ode: Intimations of Immortality
From Recollections of Early Childhood: X
By William Wordsworth
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