Ode on Immortality
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither;
Can in a moment travel thither—
And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We, in thought, will join your throng Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway;
Ode on Immortality
I love the brooks which down their channels fret Even more than when I tripp'd 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. W. WORDSWORTH
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory- Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when Thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
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