Saturday, May 17, 2008

Deep? Well, I Like It Anyway...

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.

From Intimations of Immortality
- William Wordsworth


Blogger Cheri said...

Karen.......Love it. Thanks for sharing. Park this week? did the performances go?

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