Thursday, March 28, 2013

For our wild flower, Patti - March 28, 2013 
          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;

William Wordworth,536.Ode 
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
image here: anhelos via vintague 


Lydia said...

Poignant, touching.

Kelly M. said...

beautiful . . .