An excerpt from "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" by William Wordsworth

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;

Stockton Gala Days by 10,000 Maniacs

That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere.
Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know.

That summer fields grew high. We made garland crowns in hiding,
pulled stems of flowers from my hair.
Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as bold as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know
You'll never know

Violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me.
There was no girl as warm as you.

How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know.
How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know.
You'll never know.

That summer fields grew high. We had wildflower fever.
We had to lay down where they grew.

How I've learned to hide, how I've locked myself inside, you'd be surprised if shown.
But you'll never, you'll never know.