These little limbs,
These eyes and hands which here I find,
These rosy cheeks wherewith my life begins,
Where have ye been? behind
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From dust I rise, And out of nothing now awake; These brighter regions which salute mine eyes, A gift from God I take. The earth, the seas, the light, the day, the skies, The sun and stars are mine if those I prize. Express of really joy of new birth.
A very pessimistic poem and likes it that too about the birth
A very pessimistic poem and likes it that too about the birth
Lovely verse! great poet!