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.
~ William Wordsworth
Early morning walks
Through the hills and dales of Wales
Gleeful were those days.
~ Poetictouch
I sniff you deeply,
Your scent is captivating,
Fresh red carnation.
~ Poetictouch
Pretty bleeding heart,
Your beauty will make sorrow
Fall in love with joy.
~ Poetictouch
Be like an oak tree,
Always strong and always sure
That you will endure.
~ Poetictouch
Be like an oak tree,
Always strong and always sure
That you will endure.
~ Poetictouch
Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, and the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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.
~ William Wordsworth
