Текст песни Ulysses: 'T Is Not Too Late To Seek A Newer World - Deborah Stokol

You and I are old

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note, may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks
The long day wanes
The slow moon climbs
The deep
Moans round with many voices

Come, my friends
'T is 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

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles
And see the great Achilles
Whom we knew

Tho' much is taken, much abides
And tho' we are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven

That which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate
But strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield