Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever 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! - Alfred Tennyson
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use. - Alfred Tennyson