"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"That 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, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."
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Source: William Wordsworth, “Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood”
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