Ode: Of Imitation of Immorality - Splendor In The Grass

What though the radiance which was once so bright 

be now forever taken from my sight. 

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, 

of glory in the flower, .we will grieve not.

Rather find strength in what remains behind.

what remains behind in the primal sympathy of having been 

must ever be in the soothing thought that spring out of human suffering.