To Fausta
Joy comes and goes: hope ebbs and flows, Like the wave. Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love lends life a little grace, A few sad smiles: and then. Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave. Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with bitter tears, For their dead hopes; and all, Mazd with doubts, and sick with fears, Count the hours. We count the hours: these dreams of ours, False and hollow, Shall we go hence and find they are not dead? Joys we dimly apprehend, Faces that smild and fled, Hopes born here, and born to end, Shall we follow?
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"Joy comes and goes: hope ebbs and flows,..."
This evocative piece by Matthew Arnold, titled "To Fausta", 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...