But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
William WordsworthFor oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
William WordsworthThe clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
William Wordsworth