Day: March 25, 2014

Here's one I made earlier! I wrote this in autumn 2006; I'd asked for texts to set, and my then-sweetheart suggested these lines by Tennyson: Come, my friends, 'Tis 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...