“Yet go—on peril’s brink we meet;— Those frightful rocks—that treach’rous sea— No, never come again—though sweet, Though heav’n, it may be death to thee. Farewell—and blessings on thy way, Where’er thou goest, beloved stranger! Better to sit and watch that ray, And think thee safe, though far away, Than have thee near me, and in danger!”
—Thomas Moore, from The Fire-worshippers, in the poem Lalla Rookh