The deep

He works his work, I mine.

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink

And the stately ships go on

Ring out the want, the care, the sin

Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee.

Come, my friends. ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.