Ulysses

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.

From "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

One thing I was sure I'd never do is reference a poem in an image's description.

Whoops.


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