nostalgic x poetic x natural

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor 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...