Three fishers went sailing out into the west

Here’s a poem/song by Charles Kingsley.  Joan Baez used to sing it:   “Three Fishers”   Three fishers went sailing out into the west, Out into the west as the sun went down, Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town. For men must

Footfalls echo in the memory

Here is the beginning of T.S. Eliot’s poem “Burnt Norton:” Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of