Monday, January 5, 2009
Poetry: Glory in the Flower
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 splendor 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.
This is an excerpt from a very beautiful poem, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. The whole poem can be read here, and I strongly suggest you do so if you're into poetry because it is breathtakingly beautiful. I have several collections of poems from different authors on pdf which you can get here. I was casually looking through them and I saw some poems my Dad used to read to us when we were young'uns and it brought back a flood of memories. Good times.