Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth: Intimations of Immortality
Fields: Marilyn Fenn
Soft and Purple at BigSur: Claire W
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