A Collection of Poetry

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Glory in the flower (William Wordsworth)

What though the radiance
which was once so
bright
 
be now forever
 taken from my
sight,
 
though nothing can
bring back the
hour
 
of splender in the grass
of glory in the
flower
 
we will grieve not
rather find
 
strength
in what remains
behind

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