Splendor in the Grass (correio dos leitores)

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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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 splendor 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.

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A luz que brilhava tão intensamente

Foi agora arrancada dos meus olhos,

E embora nada possa devolver os momentos

De esplendor na relva e glória nas flores,

Não sofreremos, melhor,

Encontraremos força no que ficou para trás.

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recebido por e-mail de Manuel do Ó Pereira

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