Wednesday, January 09, 2008

The Scholar Gypsy

If you're looking for a Victorian slant to the day, here's an extract from Matthew Arnold's poem (whose lines I've moved around):

And thou from earth art gone
Long since and in some quiet churchyard laid;
Some country nook, where o'er thy unknown grave
Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave—
Under a dark red-fruited yew-tree's shade...

O born in days when wits were fresh and clear,
And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames;
Before this strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims...

we others pine,
And wish the long unhappy dream would end,
And waive all claim to bliss, and try to bear;
With close-lipped patience for our only friend,
Sad patience, too near neighbour to despair-
But none has hope like thine!
Thou through the fields and through the woods dost stray,
Roaming the countryside, a truant boy,
Nursing thy project in unclouded joy,
And every doubt long blown by time away.


Blogger Ellee Seymour said...

Reading poetry is so calming, a welcome diversion at this time of the day.

6:44 pm  
Blogger Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I love Arnold.

10:40 pm  

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