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.

Lines 180-190

Ode
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

(by the sublime) William Wordsworth

My comment - That radiance, however, is omnipresent and everpresent. It is never taken away nor can it be. It is only lost in our own illusions which can be overcome.