Friday, April 3, 2015

Light of common day

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,  60
        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  65
        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,  70
        He sees it in his joy; 
The Youth, who daily farther from the east 
    Must travel, still is Nature's priest, 
      And by the vision splendid 
      Is on his way attended;  75
At length the Man perceives it die away, 
And fade into the light of common day.

---Excerpt from William Wordsworth,
    536. Ode. Intimations of Immortality

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