* 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 (Extract from William Wordsworth […]
via Photo prompt round-up: Dusk #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
