This excerpt from Tennyson has been popping into my head lately, so i figured I would share it. Its from his poem Ulysses Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho much is taken, much abides; and tho We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Ive read the entire poem several times today. I think I am now ready for Monday.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 20:05:36 +0000
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