With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, <br /> We sailed for the Hesperides, <br /> The land where golden apples grow; <br /> But that, ah! that was long ago. <br /> How far, since then, the ocean streams <br /> Have swept us from that land of dreams, <br /> That land of fiction and of truth, <br /> The lost Atlantis of our youth! <br /> Whither, ah, whither? Are not these <br /> The tempest-haunted Orcades, <br /> Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar, <br /> And wreck and sea-weed line the shore? <br /> <br /> Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle! <br /> Here in thy harbors for a while <br /> We lower our sails; a while we rest <br /> From the unending, endless quest.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ultima-thule-dedication-to-g-w-g/
