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 beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die
Alfred Lord TennysonSpeak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Alfred Lord TennysonAnd the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson