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 splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind...

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.

This poem is a wistful goodbye, a recollection if you will. It is about our loss with time, how men age and loose their youthful outlook while nature remains the same. Nature will always be beautiful, it will always outshine anything we can create, it is forever and overwhelming. The grass will always look beautiful and sharp, the flowers brilliant in the sun, but as the years pass, you will not be the same person who looked on them once, no? You will have changed, to be wiser or poorer, in any way, and you will not be the same. You will not see the grass the same as you age, your vision dims, your mind falters, the sun brings sweat to your brow to quickly. Perhaps you cannot interpret it as you did in your youth, but it was you that changed.

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