from: 536. Ode: "Intimations of Immortality" by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

       THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
       The earth, and every common sight,
                 To me did seem
               Apparelled in celestial light,
       The glory and the freshness of a dream.
       It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
               Turn wheresoe'er I may,
                 By night or day,
       The things which I have seen I now can see no more.