Monday, August 20, 2012

Ode: Intimations of Immortality





"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come."

~ William Wordsworth

( Lines 58 to 64 from Ode: Intimations of Immortality )


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