I Hate To Tell Again A Tale

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.