Poems - Arnold Matthew

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Bringing no rest;

      Like bright waves that fall

       With a lifelike motion

       On the lifeless margin of the sparkling ocean;

       A wild rose climbing up a mouldering wall;

       A gush of sunbeams through a ruined hall;

       Strains of glad music at a funeral—

       So sad, and with so wild a start

       To this deep-sobered heart,

       So anxiously and painfully,

       So drearily and doubtfully,

       And, oh! with such intolerable change

       Of thought, such contrast strange,

       O unforgotten voice, thy accents come,

       Like wanderers from the world’s extremity,

       Unto their ancient home!

      In vain, all, all in vain,

       They beat upon mine ear again—

       Those melancholy tones so sweet and still;

       Those lute-like tones which in the bygone year

       Did steal into mine ear;

       Blew such a thrilling summons to my will,

       Yet could not shake it;

       Made my tost heart its very life-blood spill,

       Yet could not break it.

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      When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence,

       From this poor present self which I am now;

       When youth has done its tedious vain expense

       Of passions that forever ebb and flow:

      Shall I not joy youth’s heats are left behind,

       And breathe more happy in an even clime?

       Ah, no! for then I shall begin to find

       A thousand virtues in this hated time!

      Then I shall wish its agitations back,

       And all its thwarting currents of desire;

       Then I shall praise the heat which then I lack,

       And call this hurrying fever, generous fire;

      And sigh that one thing only has been lent

       To youth and age in common—discontent.

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      So far as I conceive the world’s rebuke

       To him addressed who would recast her new,

       Not from herself her fame of strength she took,

       But from their weakness who would work her rue.

      “Behold,” she cries, “so many rages lulled,

       So many fiery spirits quite cooled down;

       Look how so many valors, long undulled,

       After short commerce with me, fear my frown!

      Thou too, when thou against my crimes wouldst cry,

       Let thy foreboded homage check thy tongue!”—

       The world speaks well; yet might her foe reply,

       “Are wills so weak? then let not mine wait long!

      Hast thou so rare a poison? let me be

       Keener to slay thee, lest thou poison me!”

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      Thou, who dost dwell alone;

       Thou, who dost know thine own;

       Thou, to whom all are known

       From the cradle to the grave—

       Save, oh! save.

       From the world’s temptations,

       From tribulations,

       From that fierce anguish

       Wherein we languish,

       From that torpor deep

       Wherein we lie asleep,

       Heavy as death, cold as the grave,

       Save, oh! save.

      When the soul, growing clearer,

       Sees God no nearer;

       When the soul, mounting higher,

       To God comes no nigher;

       But the arch-fiend Pride

       Mounts at her side,

       Foiling her high emprise,

       Sealing her eagle eyes,

       And, when she fain would soar,

       Makes idols to adore,

       Changing the pure emotion

       Of her high devotion,

       To a skin-deep sense

       Of her own eloquence;

       Strong to deceive, strong to enslave—

       Save, oh! save.

      From the ingrained fashion

       Of this earthly nature

       That mars thy creature;

       From grief that is but passion,

       From mirth that is but feigning,

       From tears that bring no healing,

       From wild and weak complaining,

       Thine old strength revealing,

       Save, oh! save.

       From doubt, where all is double;

       Where wise men are not strong,

       Where comfort turns to trouble,

       Where just men suffer wrong;

       Where sorrow treads on joy,

       Where sweet things soonest cloy,

       Where faiths are built on dust,

       Where love is half mistrust,

       Hungry, and barren, and sharp as the sea—

       Oh! set us free.

       Oh, let the false dream fly,

       Where our sick souls do lie

       Tossing continually!

       Oh, where thy voice doth come,

       Let all doubts be dumb,

       Let all words be mild,

       All strifes be reconciled,

       All pains beguiled!

       Light bring no blindness,

       Love no unkindness,

       Knowledge no ruin,

       Fear no undoing!

       From the cradle to the grave,

       Save, oh! save.

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