...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.
it may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
it may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
and see the great Achilles, whom we knew
tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
we are not now that strength which in old days
moved earth and heaven;
that which we are, we are;
one equal temper of heroic hearts,
made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.*
*alfred tennyson-ulysses
