He sang, "Yodelay-hee, I ain't no untarnished Galahad,
Down from Arcadia like a dream in your head
But gentle lady, lend me the true heart I never had
And I'll stain the lavenders red
With all of this good blood I shed,"
Lancelot said.. Dave Carter
I do not think they will sing to me.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.. T. S. Eliot
The joy seclusion's savour gives
He shall discover soon who lives
In open air; and that is why
The wise prefer the open sky.. Visuddhimagga