The Thursday Poem

Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras

From: Ode: Intimations of Immortality

from Recollections of Early Childhood

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

The earth, and every common sight

To me did seem

Apparell'd in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is now now as it has 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 pass'd away a glory from the earth.

William Wordsworth

(7th April 1770 - 25rd April 1850)

from the book: Poem for the Day One