The Poem of Childhood Loss and Nature

I wanted to ask for you to recite your favorite just I couldn't pick. But if you have any any wisdom words worth that feels like it works. So this is from his poem Tim turn out which is one of my two favorite poems ever. And all its aching joys are now no more and all its dizzy ruptures, not for this faint eye, nor morn nor murmur. Other gifts have followed for such loss. I would believe abundant recompense.