Mullein

Time with P as I’m working tomorrow.
An invigorating wild swim in strong onshore wind.

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 ...

Wordsworth, Intimations Ode