(PP.1) Trees by the terraces of Crystal Palace Park


Ye that through your hearts today
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever 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.

from.. Intimations of Immortality (1806) - William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

photographed April 1999 - by R E S (click on picture for large version)-takes time to load)

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