Matthew Arnold (1822–88). The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. 1909.
Poems; A New Edition. 1853Theklas Answer
[First published 1853. Not reprinted by the author.]
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When my fleeting shadow pass’d from thee?—
Am I not concluded now, and ended?
Have not life and love been granted me?
Who, of late, on the soft nights of May,
Set thine ears with soul-fraught music ringing—
Only, while their love liv’d, lasted they.
Doubt it not, we met, and we are one.
There, where what is join’d, is join’d for ever,
There, where tears are never more to run.
When thou too hast borne the love we bore:
There, from sin deliver’d, dwell my Father,
Track’d by Murder’s bloody sword no more.
Lur’d him starwards to uplift his eye:
God doth match his gifts to man’s believing;
Believe, and thou shalt find the Holy nigh.
There shall find fulfilment in its day:
Dare, O Friend, be wandering, dare be dreaming;
Lofty thought lies oft in childish play.