Here at the quiet limit of the world.

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

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 thrall in person may be free in soul

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Life is brief but love is LONG .