The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Who failed under the heat of this life's Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil day, Support the fervors of the heavenly morn? Kept on after the grave, but not begun; 10 bay. 5 Come to the window, sweet is the night- Only, from the long line of spray From strength to strength advancing Listen! you hear the grating roar His soul well-knit, and all his battles Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, 10 At their return, up the high strand, Have yet so much as heard this simpler Ah, love, let us be true lore? This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules; 'Tis in the desert, now and heretofore. DOVER BEACH (1867) The sea is calm tonight, The tide is full, the moon lies fair To one another! for the world, which seems 30 To lie before us like a land of dreams, light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain 35 and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. The future and its viewless things That undiscovered mystery 25 The lights come out in the street, Which one who feels death's winnowing Solemn, unlighted, austere, 10 Of the autumn evening. But ah! 15 Of thy radiant vigor, again; In the gloom of November we passed Of thy buoyant cheerfulness clear. Fifteen years have gone round O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, In the sounding labor-house vast Yes, in some far-shining sphere, Still, like a trumpet, dost rouse 20 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 |