Read this -- how wonderful is it???
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; 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.
This should be an anthem of aging, don't you think? "Though much is taken, much abides." That is SO GOOD.
Sorry -- I just read this and HAD to share. I will try to keep these to a minimum!!!
(Oh -- this is the last stanza of Tennyson's "Ulysses.")