Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William WordsworthHeaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
William WordsworthLike thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William WordsworthHeaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
William Wordsworth