Young Woman Reading by a Window - Delphin Enjolras From Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the visions splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. William Wordsworth (7th April 1770 - 23rd April 1850) from the book: Poem for the Day One |
Thursday 12 July 2012
The Thursday Poem
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