Hour of Splendor



What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
    Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

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







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