The poet believes that when we look at a beautiful thing or experience a moment of joy and happiness, even for a short time, the pleasure remains with us forever. It leaves a lasting impression that inspires us to live life with hope and optimism.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
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