Alfred Tennyson,
Tiresias, and Other Poems
(1885)
“ Of a life without sun, without health, with out hope, without any delightIn anything here upon earth? but ah God, that night, that nightWhen the rolling eyes of the light-house there on the fatal neckOf land running out into rock—they had saved many hundreds from wreck—Glared on our way toward death, I remember I thought, as we past,Does it matter how many they saved? we are all of us wreck'd at last— 'Do you fear?' and there came thro' the roar of the breaker a whisper, a breath,'Fear? am I not with you? I am frighted at life not death.' ”
