: I have heard the key; Turn in the door once and turn once only; We think of the key, each in his prison; Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison; Only at nightfall, ethereal rumors; Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
The boat responded, Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar, The sea was calm, your heart would have responded, Gaily, when invited, beating obedient, To controlling hands,
what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart, The awful daring of a moment's surrender, Which an age of prudence can never retract, By this, and this only, we have existed