"There is a fire

And motion of the soul which will not dwell

In its own narrow being, but aspire

Beyond the fitting medium of desire,

And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore,

Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire

Of aught but rest."

—Childe Harold Zza1EgtxBR0gsU6l/ndtC/+R5tdLyq2Iil4e41Mww0S3E7z/lSzoWNoQWBsCyAYe