Thursday, February 19, 2009

Cold Comfort




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;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;


- Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

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