Jul 3, 2021
12 min read
A Bringer of New Things
A Master of Fine Arts at 69
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things . . .
-From “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
