Tuesday, December 31, 2019
In a Bright and Breathing World
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), The Excursion III.234-238:
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And I, without reluctance, could decline
All act of inquisition whence we rise,
And what, when breath hath ceased, we may become.
Here are we, in a bright and breathing world.
Our origin, what matters it?
