Was reminded I read Dover Beach in college. Arnold wrote this on his honeymoon.
"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." www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43588/...
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…
