Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. to twinkle from the rocks:
Part 6 of 7.
The lights begin
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is 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.
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