Thursday, August 04, 2011

The Circle Continues

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
--Wallace Stevens

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

--William Wordsworth

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