Natalie Wood - “Splendor in the Grass“

What though the radiance which was once so bright Is 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.