Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence

But for those first affections,

Those shadowy recollections,

Which, be they what they may,

Are yet the fountain light of all our day,

Are yet a master light of all our seeing;

Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make

Our noisy years seem moments in the being

Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,

To perish never;

 

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!

 

This week I am going to post the same chrysanthemums in different poses to the accompaniment of Wordsworth's Ode on

 

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD (1803-6)

 

A most beautiful poem full of quotes we all know. Somehow have heard. Have crept into common useage. I hope you like the series.

 

 

PLEASE BEAR WITH ME I AM COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BY TRANSLATIONS BUT I DID WANT TO COMPLETE THE WORDSWORTH SERIES. FORGIVE ME IF I AM NOT THE BEST COMMENTATOR FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS. LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU ALL xxxxx

 

 

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