Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.