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