And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.

Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die