Where is it now , the Glory and the Dream ?

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd 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 there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd 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