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By Matthew Arnold Submitted by Vishal Date: 2002 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.12.04.32.11375]] |
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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 armies of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. |