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Light flows our war of mocking words and yet	A
Behold with tears mine eyes are wet	A
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll	B
Yes yes we know that we can jest	C
We know we know that we can smile	D
But there's a something in this breast	C
To which thy light words bring no rest	C
And thy gay smiles no anodyne	E
Give me thy hand and hush awhile	D
And turn those limpid eyes on mine	E
And let me read there love thy inmost soul	B
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Alas is even love too weak	F
To unlock the heart and let it speak	F
Are even lovers powerless to reveal	G
To one another what indeed they feel	G
I knew the mass of men conceal'd	H
Their thoughts for fear that if reveal'd	H
They would by other men be met	A
With blank indifference or with blame reproved	A
I knew they lived and moved	A
Trick'd in disguises alien to the rest	A
Of men and alien to themselves and yet	A
The same heart beats in every human breast	A
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But we my love doth a like spell benumb	I
Our hearts our voices must we too be dumb	I
	-
Ah well for us if even we	J
Even for a moment can get free	J
Our heart and have our lips unchain'd	A
For that which seals them hath been deep ordain'd	A
	-
Fate which foresaw	K
How frivolous a baby man would be	J
By what distractions he would be possess'd	A
How he would pour himself in every strife	L
And well nigh change his own identity	J
That it might keep from his capricious play	M
His genuine self and force him to obey	M
Even in his own despite his being's law	K
Bade through the deep recesses of our breast	A
The unregarded river of our life	L
Pursue with indiscernible flow its way	M
And that we should not see	J
The buried stream and seem to be	J
Eddying at large in blind uncertainty	J
Though driving on with it eternally	J
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But often in the world's most crowded streets	N
But often in the din of strife	L
There rises an unspeakable desire	O
After the knowledge of our buried life	L
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force	P
In tracking out our true original course	P
A longing to inquire	Q
Into the mystery of this heart which beats	N
So wild so deep in us to know	E
Whence our lives come and where they go	E
And many a man in his own breast then delves	R
But deep enough alas none ever mines	S
And we have been on many thousand lines	S
And we have shown on each spirit and power	O
But hardly have we for one little hour	O
Been on our own line have we been ourselves	R
Hardly had skill to utter one of all	T
The nameless feelings that course through our breast	A
But they course on for ever unexpress'd	A
And long we try in vain to speak and act	A
Our hidden self and what we say and do	A
Is eloquent is well but 't is not true	A
And then we will no more be rack'd	A
With inward striving and demand	A
Of all the thousand nothings of the hour	O
Their stupefying power	O
Ah yes and they benumb us at our call	T
Yet still from time to time vague and forlorn	E
From the soul's subterranean depth upborne	E
As from an infinitely distant land	A
Come airs and floating echoes and convey	M
A melancholy into all our day	M
Only but this is rare	U
When a belov 'e d hand is laid in ours	V
When jaded with the rush and glare	U
Of the interminable hours	V
Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear	W
When our world deafen'd ear	X
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd	A
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast	A
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again	E
The eye sinks inward and the heart lies plain	E
And what we mean we say and what we would we know	E
A man becomes aware of his life's flow	E
And hears its winding murmur and he sees	Y
The meadows where it glides the sun the breeze	Y
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And there arrives a lull in the hot race	Z
Wherein he doth for ever chase	Z
That flying and elusive shadow rest	A
An air of coolness plays upon his face	Z
And an unwonted calm pervades his breast	A
And then he thinks he knows	A2
The hills where his life rose	A2
And the sea where it goes	A2

Matthew Arnold

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