FAREWELL, and when forth <br />I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles <br />Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles, <br />Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south, <br />Isle upon island, sea upon sea, <br />Why should I sail, why should the breeze? <br />I have been young, and I have counted friends. <br />A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late. <br />Why should I from isle to isle <br />Sail, a hopeless sailor?<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-11/
