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A background slice from Odilon Redon's painting, Silence.

Intimations of Immortality

William Wordsworth

  • Michael Emery

    Beautiful imagery in this poem. It reveals God wonderfully. God is good and beautiful.

  • Rosemary Lloyd

    Read these lines, close your eyes, remember these wonderfully descriptive verses ... and it's easy to see why I love William Wordsworth. Add the music of fellow (to Wordsworth) Englishman Frederic Delius and you have a very accurate idea as to how beautiful Heaven really must be.

From “Intimations of Immortality”

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream
It is not now as it hath been of yore-
Turn whereso'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home…

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Malibu Coast, Spring by Granville Redmond
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