The deep power of joy

While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy
We see into the life of things.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting

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:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!