Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.