Intimations of Immortality

Dear Santanta: beset as you clearly are this summer morn with intimations of mortality, I thought perhaps … Wordsworth’s Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood … ?

this is just the first stanza …

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 …

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