He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The fair breeze blew,
The white foam flew,
And the forrow followed free.
We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

I have heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold,—
His eyes are in his mind.What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart.

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.