Candour In The Grass
Candour In The Grass
(sorry, Mr. Wordsworth... times have changed...)
What though the braiding
which was once so bright
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Candour In The Grass
(sorry, Mr. Wordsworth... times have changed...)
What though the braiding
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can remove the sour
Of litter in the grass,
of rubble 'tween the flowers,
We will grieve not, rather find
Ways to educate mankind;
Ef the primal sympathy
Which, having been, must ever be.
In the soot of thoughts that spring
Out from dumbs we're suffering,
In the faith that bears soon death,
In years that drown the philosophic mind.
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(sorry, Mr. Wordsworth... times have changed...)
What though the braiding
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can remove the sour
Of litter in the grass,
of rubble 'tween the flowers,
We will grieve not, rather find
Ways to educate mankind;
Ef the primal sympathy
Which, having been, must ever be.
In the soot of thoughts that spring
Out from dumbs we're suffering,
In the faith that bears soon death,
In years that drown the philosophic mind.
Read less
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