“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory to 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.”
— “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”