There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream.
The earth and every common sight,
That 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,
Winters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.