Wednesday, February 10, 2010

For What It’s Wordsworth

(... because now seemed as good a time as any, we've got orchids from outside a village in northern Cyprus. To read the complete work, and wish you were somewhere other than huddled under a blanket reading a laptop on battery power by candlelight, click here.)

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 ...

-- William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

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