"What though the radiance with 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

Strengh in what remains behind"

 

William Wordsworth - Ode: Intimations of Immortality...

 

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De la pequeña serie: La belleza subsiste en el recuerdo