Leaving Penelope ft. Out Of Orion Lyrics

It's little profits that an idle king

By this still hearth, among these barren crags

Matched with an aged wife,

Mete out and dole

Unequal laws

Unto a savage race

That hoard, and sleep, and feed

And know me not!

I cannot rest from travel

I will drink life to the lees

All times I have enjoyed greatly

And have suffered greatly

Both with those that loved me

And alone, on shore

And when, through scudding drifts

The rainy hyades vexed the dim sea

I am becoming a name

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known Cities of men and manners Climates, councils, governments

Myself not least, but honoured of them all

And drunk delight of battle with my peers

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy

I am a part of all that I have met

Yet all experience is an arch

Where through gleams that untravelled world

Whose margin fades

Forever and forever

When I move

How dull it is to pause

To make an end

To rust unburnished

Not to shine in use

As though to breathe were life

Life piled on life were all too little

And of one, to me, little remains

But every hour is saved from that eternal silence something more

A bringer of new things

And vile it were

For some three suns

To store and hoard myself

(And this grey spirit yearning in desire)

To follow knowledge like a sinking star

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought

To my dear son

I leave the sceptre and the isle

Well loved of me

Discerning to fulfil this labour:

By slow prudence

To make mild a rugged people

And through soft degrees, subdue them to the useful and the good

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere of common duties Decent

Not to fail in offices of tenderness

And pay neat adoration to my household gods

When I am gone

He works his work

I work mine

There lies the port

The vessel puffs her sails

There gloom the dark broad seas

My mariners, souls that have toiled

And wrought, and thought with me

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine

And opposed free hearts

Free foreheads

You and I are old

Old age has 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 light begins to twinkle from the rocks

The long day wanes

The slow moon climbs

The deep moans

Round

With many voices

Come, my friends, it 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

Who we knew

Though much is taken, much abides

Though we are not now that strength

Which in old days moved earth and heaven

What 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