So Near And Yet So Far

He thrids the labyrinth of the mind,

He reads the secret of the star,

He seems so near and yet so far,

He looks so cold: she thinks him kind

(In Memoriam by Lord Alfred Tennyson)

Water, water, every where

Water, water, every where, 

And all the boards did shrink; 

Water, water, every where, 

Nor any drop to drink. 

(The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)