Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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.
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.