Matthew Arnold

(1822-1888 / Middlesex / England)


Poem by Matthew Arnold

IN THIS fair stranger’s eyes of grey
Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.

This is the curse of life: that not
A nobler calmer train
Of wiser thoughts and feelings blot
Our passions from our brain;

But each day brings its petty dust
Our soon-chok’d souls to fill,
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.

I struggle towards the light; and ye,
Once-long’d-for storms of love!
If with the light ye cannot be,
I bear that ye remove.

I struggle towards the light; but oh,
While yet the night is chill,
Upon Time’s barren, stormy flow,
Stay with me, Marguerite, still!

Comments about Absence by Matthew Arnold

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (12/14/2016 10:15:00 AM)

    Wise thoughts and feelings blot
    Our passions from our brain
    Great and superb inference. Thanks for sharing it here.(Report)Reply

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (10/24/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    Wow! If a person reads Matthew Arnold often enough and long enough, he gets easier to understand and appreciate!(Report)Reply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/23/2014 8:14:00 AM)

    A very good poem of creativity in its perfection and I likes it very much.(Report)Reply

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  • Tessa Estrada (5/21/2010 7:54:00 PM)

    this is a really good poem. i can really feel the meaning and its beautiful.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010