poetry 17

LINES FROM ULYSSES
ALFRED TENNYSON

Souls that have toil'd and wrought and thought with me-my mariners
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine and opposed 
Free hearts free foreheads you and i are old 
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil\
Death closes all but something the end
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods
The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep 
Moans round with many voices 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 die 
It may be that the gulf's will wash us down
It may be we shall touch the happy isles
And see the great achilles whom we knew
Tho much is taken much abides and tho 
We are not now that strength which old days
Moved earth and heaven that which we are we are
One equal temper heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate but strong in will
To strive to seek to find and not to yield,,,,,