Ulyssess
I
cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life
to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly,
have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That
loved me, and alone ...
I am become a name; ...
For
always roaming with a hungry heart
Much
have I seen and known; cities of men
And
manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself
not least, but honour'd of them all;
And
drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far
on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I
am a part of all that I have met;
Yet
all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams
that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For
ever and forever when I move.
How
dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To
rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As
tho' to breathe were life! 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.
Old
age hath yet his honour and his toil;
And something ere the end,
Some
work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not
unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
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