Friday, July 30, 2010

This Poetry Friday, I'm wishing you a true sense of the "trailing clouds of glory" and great joy in the remembering.

From William Wordsworth

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

Stanza 5

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!

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 vision splendid

Is on his way attended;

At length the Man perceives it die away,

And fade into the light of common day.

For more Poetry Friday, visit Live. Love. Explore! where my sweet friend, Irene is hosting the day.


  1. "a sleep and a forgetting" -- one of the best lines ever! Thanks for sharing, Doraine... hope you are having a wonderful summer!

  2. I love that line, too. Yes, a good summer, busy, but good. Yours, too, I hope.

  3. I love this poem. Thanks for reminding me! Viva Poetry Friday!