Such a moving post. I know my emotions are still raw, but this post puts so much into perspective. I’m touched and moved at the same time. I hope you enjoy.
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
By William Wordsworth
(Note: this is a much longer poem than I usually write about. If you don’t want to read the whole thing, you can get the flavor of it in the boldened stanza below. However, I do hope you read the whole thing sometime. It’s worth the read. Promise.)
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;–
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
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