Indie Scribe Magazine September 2014 | Page 41

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when I 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:

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

W. Wordsworth.

CCLXXXVI p319