• I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

    Eugene O'Neill, Donald Clifford Gallup (1980). “Poems, 1912-1944”, Ticknor & Fields, 1980