What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken 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...
Be now for ever taken 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...
Intimations of Immortality - William Wordsworth
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