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.
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.
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.
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.