Tuesday, February 1, 2011

If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content: —
The stars pre-eminent in magnitude,
And they that from the zenith dart their beams,
(Visible though they be to half the earth,
Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness)
Are yet of no diviner origin,
No purer essence, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire on the ridge
Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem

Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees.
All are the undying offspring of one Sire:
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.

~William Wordsworth


Melissa said...

Oh. speechless.

Thank you for sharing the beauty.

Jodi said...

shoes please?

Kat said...

Yes, shoes! My guy went on a 5-day business trip last week and took the camera...now he's home, but it's still in a crate at work. (booo) Today maybe? :)

Karrie Diggs said...

thank you for posting Katie Rose. What an amazing poem.
I visit your blog often and I am inspired and encouraged. I feel blessed to have it as a connection over the miles.
I love you darling Kate.