“O Death, old captain, it is time! let us lift anchor. This land tires us, O Death. Let us be under way! If the sky and the sea are black as ink, Our hearts, those you know, have rays of light! Pour us your poison so that it comfort us! We wish, this fire burns our brain, so much, To plunge to the bottom of the gulf, Hell or Heaven, what does it matter?— To the bottom of the Unknown, to find SomeRead more...