Dover Beach
Matthew Arnold
1822 to 1888
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To one another! for the world, which seems
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And naked shingles of the world.
Retreating, to the breath
The Sea of Faith
Find also in the sound a thought,
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Sophocles long ago
The sea is calm tonight.
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
The eternal note of sadness in.
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Only, from the long line of spray
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
At their return, up the high strand,
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
Of human misery; we
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
But now I only hear
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Ah, love, let us be true