Dream Tree



    --But there's a Tree, of many, one,
A single Field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
    The Pansy at my feet
    Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

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







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