the heart is a lonely hunter

Sunday, March 22, 2009

What though the radiancewhich 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;
--Wordsworth
Posted by Olivia at 12:01 AM

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