Wordsworth

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 years that bring the philosophic mind.

dit is een stukje van Wordsworths gedicht: Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

Ik heb het ooit in de film 'splendor in the grass' gehoord en het is mij altijd bijgebleven.
Vreemde film...