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


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?

Laura said...

Happy New Year!

Stacy Wills said...

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

laura - a happy and joyous new year to you!