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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