Thursday, January 14, 2016

we'll be present at the birth of old faith looking new

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; 
--William Wordsworth, "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

[Kirkstall Abbey.]

Because romantic poetry and abbeys go together like bread and butter. 

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