"there was ghastly satire in the poet's lines"
William Wordsworth
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The poet is William Wordsworth and the lines come from the fifth stanza of his ode 'Intimations of mortality from recollections of early childhood':


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:  

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!  

Shades of the prison-house begin to close  

        Upon the growing Boy,  

But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,   

        He sees it in his joy;  

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.