The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
~ William Wordsworth
What can an exiled son do for his
Starving people, and of what value
Unto them is the lamentation of an
Absent poet?
~ Khalil Gibran
[…] My Coming of Age – Prologue The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. ~ William Wordsworth […]