Romanticism 2

yet more poetry sorry peeps, especially sis who hates the romantics :-)

But There's a tree, of many, one
A single field which i have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat;
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

William Wordsworth

Ode intimations of Immortality