Friday, December 30, 2011

"...trailing clouds of glory"

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...

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850),
from his poem: Ode on Intimations of Immortality

5 comments:

Melissa Zeitler said...

Absolutely breath taking! Thanks for the inspiration!

Stacy Wills said...

thank you, melissa! couldn't have done it without the citra solv.

rx said...

can i order a print of this from you?

LauraX said...

Happy New Year!

Stacy Wills said...

rx - i hope to have prints available eventually. :-)

laura - a happy and joyous new year to you!