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Youth And Calm Post by :adamb Category :Poems Author :Matthew Arnold Date :January 2011 Read :1476

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Youth And Calm

'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear
There's nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow.
But is a calm like this, in truth,
The crowning end of life and youth,
And when this boon rewards the dead,
Are all debts paid, has all been said?
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eyes so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath--
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
_Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well._
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.


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Matthew Arnold's poem: Youth And Calm

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