Roll on thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about around and underneath" man, except man himself.
Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Absence - that common cure of love.
For truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.