Morality
Matthew Arnold
1822 to 1888
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
Easy Mode - Auto check enabled
I do not strive, I do not weep:
And lay upon the breast of God."
"There is no effort on my brow;
Nature, whose free, light, cheerful air,
We bear the burden and the heat
See, on her face a glow is spread,
Yet that severe, that earnest air,
In joy, and when I will, I sleep.
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
With aching hands and bleeding feet
I saw it in some other place.
Ask how she viewed thy self-control,
All we have built do we discern.
Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
When thou dost bask in Nature's eye,
I rush with the swift spheres, and glow
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
Whose eye thou wast afraid to seek,
"Ah, child!" she cries, "that strife divine,
A strong emotion on her cheek!
The spirit bloweth and is still,
I saw, I felt it once—but where?
But tasks in hours of insight willed
Thy struggling, tasked morality,—
We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
Whence was it, for it is not mine?
"I knew not yet the gauge of time,
And she, whose censure thou dost dread,
In mystery our soul abides.
Nor wore the manacles of space;
Then, when the clouds are off the soul,
Oft made thee, in thy gloom, despair.
Not till the hours of light return,
'Twas when the heavenly house I trod,
I felt it in some other clime,