Yesterdays, Part Eight

 “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.”
                       —William Wordsworth, Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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Issue Twenty Two