What Adulthood Forgets: Wordsworth, Coleridge, and the Fate of Wonder

Dear Friends,

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.

…The things which I have seen I now can see no more. (1-5; 9)

These lines from Wordsworth’s “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” capture somethi…