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The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
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.
By Matthew Arnold (1822-88).

2007-01-17 08:14:17 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture Religion & Spirituality

2 answers

Seems like he can see what so many others are blind to.

2 thumbs up!!

2007-01-17 08:23:26 · answer #1 · answered by MISSDJ 3 · 0 0

i got the faint hint of something , but overall it makes no sense to me. lol it would be awesome if he was talking about his missing marble.

2007-01-17 08:18:42 · answer #2 · answered by Droppinshock 3 · 0 0

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