AS when the hunt by holt and field <br />Drives on with horn and strife, <br />Hunger of hopeless things pursues <br />Our spirits throughout life. <br /> <br />The sea's roar fills us aching full <br />Of objectless desire - <br />The sea's roar, and the white moon-shine, <br />And the reddening of the fire. <br /> <br />Who talks to me of reason now? <br />It would be more delight <br />To have died in Cleopatra's arms <br />Than be alive to-night.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-reading-antony-and-cleopatra/
