"If I'm a beggar born," she said "I will speak out, for I dare not lie, Pull off, pull off the brooch of gold, And fling the diamond necklace by." "N… - Alfred Tennyson

Lo, as a dove when up she springs
To bear thro' Heaven a tale of woe,
Some dolorous message knit below
The wild pulsation of her wings;

Like her I go; I cannot say;
I leave this mortal ark behind,
A weight of nerves without a mind,
And leave the cliffs, and haste away

O'er ocean-mirrors rounded large,
And reach the glow of southern skies,
And see the sails at distance rise,
And linger weeping on the merge,

And saying; 'comes he thus, my friend?
Is this the end of all my care?'
And circle moaning in the air:
'Is this the end? Is this the end?'

And forward dart again, and play
About the prow, and back return
To where the body sits, and learn,
That I have been an hour away.

Me sumergí en el futuro, tan lejos como puede el ojo humano ver, y tuve la visión del mundo, y de todas las maravillas que habría...Mudo el tambor guerrero, plegada la bandera de las batallas en el parlamento del hombre y de la Federación del mundo. Entonces el sentido común de muchos impedirá un inquieto dominio por el temor, y la tierra amiga dormitará, envuelta en ley universal...Porque, a no dudarlo, a través de las eras corre un creciente propósito universal, y los pensamientos de los hombres se amplían con laprocesión de los soles.

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die