Our Birth is but a Sleep and a Forgetting

red sunset

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
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

- William Wordsworth (excerpt from Odes On Intimation of Immortality)

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