Lola Mitchell ~ Brilliant Encounter

I am reminded, by this beautiful and sweet image of William Wordsworth’s Ode: Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood:

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:

That’s the beginning of the fifth stanza. So … Donovan in the house …