Splendour

"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."
{William Wordsworth, "Ode: Intimations of Immortality"}