So on we sailed into the Golden West,
And all before us was the set of the sun,
And high desire, honour and faith were one
Within us, as we gloried in our quest.
And we were young gods for a while, and wise
In Men and Things and Secrets of all earth,
Full hearted with triumphant hero-mirth,
Proud: and our laughter clanged against the skies.

Westward then, heeding nought of summer gales
Nor white foam driving against blue-grey rocks,
Unconquerable we; and each heart mocks
That which inviolable frowns upon our sails.
Till on our faces fell a keen chill breath,
And we grew fearful and found that it was Death.