"Come, My Friends..."

“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...”

~ from “Ulysses,” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson