¡¡¡¡Dover Beach
¡¡¡¡by Matthew Arnold
¡¡¡¡The sea is calm tonight.
¡¡¡¡The tide is full£¬ the moon lies fair
¡¡¡¡Upon the straits; on the French coast£¬ the light
¡¡¡¡Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand£¬
¡¡¡¡Glimmering and vast£¬ out in the tranquil bay.
¡¡¡¡Come to the window£¬ sweet is the night-air!
¡¡¡¡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.
¡¡¡¡Sophocles long ago
¡¡¡¡Heard it on the Aegean£¬ and it brought
¡¡¡¡Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
¡¡¡¡Of human misery; we
¡¡¡¡Find also in the sound a thought£¬
¡¡¡¡Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
¡¡¡¡The Sea of Faith
¡¡¡¡Was once£¬ too£¬ at the full£¬ and round earth's shore
¡¡¡¡Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
¡¡¡¡But now I only hear
¡¡¡¡Its melancholy£¬ long£¬ withdrawing roar£¬
¡¡¡¡Retreating£¬ to the breath
¡¡¡¡Of the night-wind£¬ down the vast edges drear
¡¡¡¡And naked shingles of the world.
¡¡¡¡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.
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