Splendour 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;
              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.

exerpt - William Wordsworth

2 thoughts on “Splendour In the Grass

  1. Now that is scary, because today walking back from my neighbors home I stopped quite a few times to study the twigs and grasses sticking up through the snow banks. I was looking for that ‘right’ shot of defiance/survival against the cold and snow. I never found it but you may have.

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