Saturday Rave: Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth.

 Youth isn't all it's cracked up to be. The long hours of school work required under threat of punishment for no remuneration aren't great, for a start (how is that not slavery?), but there are good things about being young, all the same.

Mind you, you're unlikely to appreciate them fully at the time, but hey...

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where’er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth

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Personally, I think that Wordsworth should have spent more time with children. 

He might have recovered his ability for delight, then.

Word To Use Today: apparel. This word comes from the Latin appariculare, to clothe. It's basically the same word as apparatus.