Lines from Wordsworth


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.

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