"What soul was his, when, from the naked top
Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun
Rise up, and bathe the world in light!"
Walking the boys home from school on Wednesday, I found this lying on the sidewalk. Seemed a most appropriate poem to find on the first day of spring.
There were moments on that day - between bouts of blustery, cold, winter wind - that our world seemed to be bathed in light. How it does awake the soul!
Grateful thanks to the soul who dropped it.