Of All the Western Stars

I am a part of all that I have met!

Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note, may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

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

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



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