Splendour in the grass

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