Transient by Faded Pages Press

My group in book arts decided to use memory as our subject for our book. It's going to be called Transient and our press company's name is Faded Pages Press. For my spread, I decided to use the poem "Tintern Abbey" by Wordsworth. I think it really captures the transient aspects of memory.
Here's the excerpt I decided to use:

"These beauteous forms,


Through a long absence, have not been to me


As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:


But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din


Of towns and cities, I have owed to them


In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,


Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;


And passing even into my purer mind,


With tranquil restoration: — feelings too

Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,


As have no slight or trivial influence

On that best portion of a good man's life,


His little, nameless, unremembered, acts


Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,


To them I may have owed another gift,


Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,


In which the burthen of the mystery,


In which the heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world,

Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood,


In which the affections gently lead us on, —


Until, the breath of this corporeal frame


And even the motion of our human blood


Almost suspended, we are laid asleep


In body, and become a living soul:


While with an eye made quiet by the power


Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,


We see into the life of things.

In darkness and amid the many shapes


Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir


Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,


Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — 


How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,


O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,


How often has my spirit turned to thee!


And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,


With many recognitions dim and faint,


And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again:


While here I stand, not only with the sense


Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts


That in this moment there is life and food


For future years."