Herman Melville

“ Apostle of Talassa's year
And climes where rivers of waters run? ⁠55
"But braid thy tresses--yet thou'rt fair:
Every age for itself must care:
Braid thy green tresses; let the grim
Awaiter find thee never dim! ”

“ The future's ever overcast--
The present aye plebeian. So,
Mar Saba, thou fine long-ago ⁠20
Lithographed here, thee do I love;
And yet to-morrow I'll remove
With right good will; a fickle lover
Is only constant as a rover. ”