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.
Life is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire again every time a child is born.
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.
Life is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire again every time a child is born.