IN THIS fair stranger-s 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-chok-d souls to fill,
And we forget because we must,
And not because we will.
I struggle towards the light; and ye,
Once-long-d-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 Time-s barren, stormy flow,
Stay with me, Marguerite, still!
Absence
Matthew Arnold
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