ODE

"What though the radiance that 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..."

(Part of William Wordsworth's Ode 'Intimations From Recollections of Early Childhood')


Because what is Life if not an Ode!