Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell. - Alfred Tennyson

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

The children born of thee are sword and fire,
Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws,