Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longings of the day. - Matthew Arnold

Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm, Endless extinction of unhappy hates.

Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.

Time may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force; But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power?