
Though nothing can
bring back the hour
Of splendor 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…
WORDS WORTH
By William Wordsworth

Though nothing can
bring back the hour
Of splendor 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…
WORDS WORTH
By William Wordsworth
#LockDownDay- 110
Poetry is the breath
and finer
spirit of all knowledge;
it is the impassioned expression
which is the countenance of all science.
William Wordsworth