Annette's Alter

So is there no fact, no event
In our private history,
which shall not sooner or later,
Lose its adhesive, inert form
and astonish us by soaring from
our body into the empyrean?
Cradle and infancy, school and playground,
the fear of boys and dogs and ferules,
the love of little maids and berries and many
another fact that once filled the whole sky,
are gone already; friend and relative,
profession and party, town and country, nation and world, must also
soar and sing

Ralph Waldo Emerson