Off Cape Horn There Are

The Distant Soul Can Shake The Distant Friend's Soul And Make The Longing Felt, Over Untold Miles.

Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

Love Is A Flame To Burn Out Human Wills, Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire, Love Is A Flame To Cheat Men Into Mire.

Since The Printing Press Came Into Being, Poetry Has Ceased To Be The Delight Of The Whole Community Of Man; It Has Become The Amusement And Delight Of The Few.

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again, To The Lonely Sea And The Sky; And All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Steer Her By.