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.
by William Wordsworth
I had another post that I have been working on, but I heard this quote and just had to share it. The poem is called "Ode - Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"