From"Ode"Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of early childhood

From “Ode: “Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

             The earth, and every common sight

                       To me did seem

             Apparell’d in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is not now as it has been of yore;—

                       Turn wheresoe’er I may,

                       By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see no more!

             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 pass’d away a glory from the earth.