As I stated a two days ago, that with winter's unyielding hold I turn to poetry to make this ugly season bearable.
My heart leaps when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky
So was it when my life began;
So it is now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety
By: William Wordsworth
" My heart leaps up when I behold"
My heart leaps when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky
So was it when my life began;
So it is now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety
By: William Wordsworth
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