• Wordsworth, “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: 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.” ↩
• Aurora, daughter of Hyperion, or the Sun. Purgatorio II 7:⁠— “So that the white and the vermilion cheeks Of beautiful Aurora, where I was, By too great age were changing into orange.” ↩
• Or, perhaps, to steer, and “Over the high seas to keep The barque of Peter to its proper bearings.” ↩