William Wordsworth - "...the faith that looks through death..."
There is a melancholy that surrounds a new year. Passages through grief and tears mingle with the joy that a new beginning brings. May this poem speak to you as it does to me. William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 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. 5 It is not now as it hath 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...