The Glory Of The Flower

 

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;

But yet I know where'er I go,

That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

Dorothy Rose In Bloom

Photograph by Daniel Kelly

(May 7, 2025)

What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now forever taken from my sight,

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.

Excerpts from the poem,
"Ode On Intimations Of Immortality
from Recollections Of Early Childhood"
(1807)
By William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)
English romantic poet
Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom