Such views the youthful Bard allure,But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their colours shall endure’Till peace go with him to the tomb.—And let him nurse his fond deceit,And what if he must die in sorrow!Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,Though grief and pain may come tomorrow?

Such views the youthful Bard allure,But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their colours shall endure’Till peace go with him to the tomb.—And let him nurse his fond deceit,And what if he must die in sorrow!Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,Though grief and pain may come tomorrow?

– William Wordsworth –

Lyrical Ballads

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