"Trailing clouds of glory do we come..."

Here is my favorite stanza from William Wordsworth's poem, Intimations of Immortality...

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come,
From God, who is our home."

Click here to read the full poem.