Saturday, June 6, 2009

Of splendor in the grass

The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth With a Memoir Por William Wordsworth:

Be now for ever taken from my sight
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor 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
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring the philosophic mind

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