View From The Glen

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Sail beyond the sunset...

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. 
-from Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson