Here you will find the Poem Absence of poet Matthew Arnold
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!
