A simpl e chil d, that l i g h tly d r aw s its breath, And f eels i ts l if e in every l imb, W h at sh o u l d i t know of death? Wil l iam Wordsworth (1 7 9 8 )
A simpl e chil d, that l i g h tly d r aw s its breath, And f eels i ts l if e in every l imb, W h at sh o u l d i t know of death? Wil l iam Wordsworth (1 7 9 8 )