Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems as… - Alfred Tennyson

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound or foam,
when that which drew from out
the boundless deep
turns again home.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea.

Time...a maniac scattering dust.

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight

"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." "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret all you can." She said, "Not so; but I will know If there be any faith in man".