Matthew Arnold
Middlesex / England
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Absence

Rating: 2.7
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!
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COMMENTS
Ratnakar Mandlik 14 December 2016
Wise thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain Great and superb inference. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Susan Williams 24 October 2015
Wow! If a person reads Matthew Arnold often enough and long enough, he gets easier to understand and appreciate!
33 1 Reply
A very good poem of creativity in its perfection and I likes it very much.
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Tessa Estrada 21 May 2010
this is a really good poem. i can really feel the meaning and its beautiful.
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