In the beginning was the three-pointed star,
One smile of light across the empty face,
One bough of bone across the rooting air,
The substance forked that marrowed the first sun,
And, burning ciphers on the round of space,
Heaven and hell mixed as they spun.
Dylan Thomas, In The Beginning

And made the glove‐winged albatross
Scour the ashes of the sea
Where Capricorn and Zero cross,
A brooding immortality‐
Such as the charmed phoenix has
In the unwithering tree.
Geoffrey Hill, Genesis

And now good‐morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea‐discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
John Donne, The Good‐Morrow

Only The Beginning Of The Adventure, Harry Gregson‐Williams

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