Splendour In The Grass

I started colleting poems when I was 11. Instead of attending gym-class, and I thought it was time well spent.
Today I found another one for my collection.

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;

William Wordsworth