Matthew Arnold (1822–88). The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. 1909.
Empedocles on Etna, and Other PoemsSelf-Dependence
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What I am, and what I ought to be,
At the vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o’er the starlit sea.
O’er the sea and to the stars I send:
‘Ye who from my childhood up have calm’d me,
Calm me, ah, compose me to the end.
On my heart your mighty charm renew:
Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you,
Feel my soul becoming vast like you.’
Over the lit sea’s unquiet way,
In the rustling night-air came the answer—
‘Wouldst thou be as these are? Live as they.
Undistracted by the sights they see,
These demand not that the things without them
Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.
And the sea its long moon-silver’d roll.
For alone they live, nor pine with noting
All the fever of some differing soul.
In what state God’s other works may be,
In their own tasks all their powers pouring,
These attain the mighty life you see.’
A cry like thine in my own heart I hear.
‘Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he
Who finds himself, loses his misery.’