.play the man master ridley.
the sea of faith
was once, too, at a full, and round earth's 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 of 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 beautiful, so new,
hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
and we are here as on a darkling plain
swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
where ignorant armies clash by night.
