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To one another! for the world, which seems
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Of human misery; we
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Only, from the long line of spray
The eternal note of sadness in.
Find also in the sound a thought,
The Sea of Faith
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
But now I only hear
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
Sophocles long ago
The sea is calm tonight.
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
At their return, up the high strand,
Ah, love, let us be true
And naked shingles of the world.
Listen! you hear the grating roar
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The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.