Trembling Reflections



    Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:
        But for those first affections,
        Those shadowy recollections,
    Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;

-William Wordsworth (1770-1850),
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from
Recollections of Early Childhood







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