" …I put myself back on the paths of the sea. 
            Night would blacken; it would snow from the north; 
            Frost bound the earth and hail would fall, 
            The coldest seeds. And how my heart 
            Would begin to beat, knowing once more 
 The salt waves tossing and the towering sea! 
            The time for journeys would come and my soul 
            Called me eagerly out, sent me over 
            The horizon, seeking foreigners’ homes. 
            But there isn’t a man on earth so proud, 
  So born to greatness, so bold with his youth, 
            Grown so brave, or so graced by God, 
            That he feels no fear as the sails unfurl, 
            Wondering what Fate has willed and will do.”
- The Seafarer