To many-towered Camelot - Alfred Tennyson

brief is life but love is long

Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset.
And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved Earth and Heaven.
That which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts
made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
to strive, to seek, to find,
and not to yield.

O purblind race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,
By taking true for false, or false for true;
Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world
Groping, how many, until we pass and reach
That other, where we see as we are seen.

Geraint and Enid