:: Splendour in the Grass ::

por Fran el 24 agosto 2007

'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

Anoche se me volvieron a saltar las lágrimas mucho tiempo después de la última vez, que ya ni recuerdo...