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William Wordsworth recites “Splendour in the Grass”
What though the radiance;
Which was once so bright;
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour;
Of splendour 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;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Natalie Wood is asked to recite “Splendor in the Grass” (thank you to Augmented Man Substack):
Voices from a Distant Realm:
Mar 26
at
4:33 PM