of your eyes, begonia skies

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 whereso'er I may,
             By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. 


-William Wordsworth

<3
Loch.