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