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Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Splendor in the Grass




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;
William Wordsworth : ODE : INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

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