Things out of perfection sail, <br />And all their swelling canvas wear, <br />Nor shall the self-begotten fail <br />Though fantastic men suppose <br />Building-yard and stormy shore, <br />Winding-sheet and swaddling - clothes.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-tom-again/
