A day may sink or save a realm.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.
The thrall in person may be free in soul
For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?