Recollection



    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 hath past away a glory from the earth.

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850),
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from
Recollections of Early Childhood







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