In the Dark

It’s almost sunset, but I just saw a rainbow on the way back from the corner shop. It reminded me of this lovely little poem.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

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