by Paul D'Agostino
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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
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.
Artwork, P. D’Agostino