Lavorare Stanca

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.

William Wordsworth, "Ode: Intimations of Imortality from Recollections of Early Childhood", Selected Poems, Penguin, 2004.