The Sea of Faith. Was once too, at the full, and round earths shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled, But now i only hear Its melancholy, long , withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles if the world. 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 beautifull, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
