"The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
the long day wanes ;the slowmoon climbs ;the deep
moans round with many voices.Come my friends.
"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 beyound the western stars, until I die.
It may be that gulfs will wash us down; it may be we shall touch the happy isles,
and see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much be taken , much abides; and tho'
We are 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 seek, to strive, to find, and not to yield.
Alfred Tennyson from "Ulysses"