Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Things have always been better than they used to be


Romantic poet William Wordsworth completed the first part of his poem, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality” on this day in 1802.   Here is verse two:

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;
  And yet I know, where’er I go
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.


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