Though nothing can bring back the hour of 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...

William Wordsworth (1802-1804),
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood



Realização Elia Kazan. Splendor in the Grass (1961)