Penny Dreadful Ending Scene, Poetry by William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelld 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. But theres a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have lookd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam Where is it now, the glory and the dream William Wordsworth