There are some words that I want to have at my fingertips, to recall in the dark of night or at the times my forehead rests on a window watching for someone to come. But as I grow older, I find I have to check back in now and then and practice.

Today, this is the lesson. I will scrawl it on a paper on stick it in my pocket

Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are—
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Not that I am one of them, but I like to feel their presence.