William Wordsworth: "Splendour in the Grass"

Splendour in the Grass

                   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;
                   In the faith that looks through death,
                   In years that bring the philosophic mind.

                   -- William Wordsworth