dedalus Posted July 21, 2013 Share Posted July 21, 2013 Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Quietly I stand by the ocean side At another end of the bemused and battered world, I listen! I hear the sibilant sounds Of crested waves come crossing the sand, As an advancing army with banners unfurl’d, Begin, and resume, in a manner planned, Their marching cadence upon the land Where I and other humans stand. 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. Yes, we shall be true To the promise! for the world, which moves Away from us, so often proves To favour the selected few Who stoop and then take up the strain Of what they know is right, And who then exert their might, In the face of mockery and lasting pain, To make this world come right again. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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