And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

That which we are, we are.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.