[TRY POETRY] Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
2012-07-03 TRY POETRY
William Wordsworth. 1770 ~ 1850
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Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
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 Much ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In yours that bring the philosophic mind.