There was a time when meadows, 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 has been of yore,
Turn wheresoe’r I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen are now no more.
Wordsworth’s “Recollections of Early Childhood.”