THE NEW LAWN ORNAMENT

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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…

OK, so discarded sugar substitute packets were not what English romantic poet William Wordsworth had in mind when he wrote the ode Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood in 1807.

But our Accidental Photographer came upon this vignette on River Road in Fair Haven earlier this week, and suddenly, we were back in English Lit 101.