Ode by Wordsworth

ODE

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

by William Wordsworth

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight,

Apparelled in celestial light, To me did seem

It is not now as it hath been of yore;-- The glory and the freshness of a dream.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more. Turn wheresoe'er I may,

By night or day,

Convinced