"It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; 
 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
 And though we are not now that strength which in old days
 Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
 Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will;
 To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." 


That was the shorten version of the great poem 
and here is the venison as written by Alfred lord Tennyson
(in the Ulysses poem)





          … Come, my friends,
     'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
     Push off, and sitting well in order smite
     The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
     To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
     Of all the western stars, until I die.
     It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
     It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
     Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
     Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades

     -Alfred lord  Tennyson,Ulysses 

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