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There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth and every common sight, To me did seam Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream; It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood |