February 01, 2006

O evil day! if I were sullen

O evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the babe leaps up on her mother's arm:—




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!



Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.



Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six days' darling of a pigmy size!


*Poem taken from William Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

4 comments:

Holly said...

What a beautiful post! Such a sweet baby.

Cari said...

Absolutely adorable.

Anna-juniorknitwit said...

She is absolutely precious...

Thanks for posting the photos, hun, and the poem is beautiful!

:)

TTYL,

Anna

Chris said...

Lovely poem and sweet, sweet baby!