Absence
In this fair strangers 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-chokd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will. I struggle towards the light; and ye, Once-longd-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 Times barren, stormy flow, Stay with me, Marguerite, still!
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"In this fair strangers eyes of grey..."
This evocative piece by Matthew Arnold, titled "Absence", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...