~~ 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.

~~ William Wordsworth ~ ~       ~ Natalie Wood from the scene of Splendour in the Grass ~   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWbd8uOsbBE