Ulysses – To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield | Occidentum Lux

OCCIDENTUM LUX | ULYSSES – To Strive, To Seek, To Find, And Not To Yield

At Occidentum Lux, we revive the ancestral fire — the soul of Europe, immortalized in verse, reborn in synth. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s resistance.

This track is based on Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s iconic poem Ulysses (1842) — a monologue by the legendary Greek hero in old age, standing at the edge of death... but refusing to surrender to it.

WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT
In Ulysses, the hero speaks not of peace, but of restlessness, purpose, and the refusal to die quietly. Surrounded by comfort and legacy, he longs again for danger, for discovery, for the edge of the world.

He represents:
The Western will to endure, even in decline
The refusal to rust when there is still strength to move
The timeless call to seek beyond limits, even if it leads to death

His final words echo like a war drum through time:
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

🔥 If you reject the decay of comfort...
🔥 If you long to remember what made us great...
🔥 If you still believe in motion, risk, and will...

This is your anthem.

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Lyrics

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees.
I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart—
Much have I seen and known.

I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
To follow knowledge like a sinking star
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark broad seas.
My mariners—souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me—
You and I are old.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done.

Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

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.