Intimations of immortality

 

There was a time when meadow, grove and stream

The earth, and every common sight

To me did seem

Apparelled in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is not now as it hath been of yore; -

Turn whereso’er I may,

By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

 

The rainbow comes and goes

And lovely is the rose;

The moon doth with delight

Look round her when the heavens are bare,

Waters on a starry night

Are beautiful and fair;

The sunshine is a glorious birth;

 

But yet I know, where’er I go,

That there has passed away a glory from the earth. 

 

 

 

William Wordsworth

 

 

… more later …