Poetry meme - of course!

[primsong]

Gacked from many others, what a wonderful thought!

When you see this, post some poetry in your journal.

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

...

And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

- from Intimations on Immortality by Wordsworth, one of my 'very favoritest' poems ever.

Comments

[primsong.livejournal.com]

The poem is really quite long - this is simply the first section and the last, as they are also my favorite parts of it. He rambles a bit about a happy, innocent shepherd boy and I think it stumbles slightly through that portion but I love the rest of it, partly because of this bittersweet look at life's passing, that knows something has been lost but that something better is also coming.