Splendor in the Grass (1961) - Final Scene

The poem : by William Wordsworth What though the radiance Which 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 Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind ] Interesting comment on the Worsworth poem : Musician/Retired Teacher (1985–present) [ "This is one of Wordsworth’s “Spots of Time” moments where he bemoans the fact that, as he leaves childhood, he no longer has the same grand, automatic responses to Nature that he once had as a child. For Wordsworth, childhood is a time where Man, Nature, and God are all the same entity. As we get older, we get busy: school, religion, marriages, jobs, etc. as that happens we put God, Man, and Nature in separate categories which in turn causes these childlike responses to Nature to diminish. " ]