Words of Worth

There was a time when meadow, grove and stream,

The earth and every common sight,

To me did seem

Appareled in celestial light,

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,

Waters 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.

(two verses from Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth.)