Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | From Thyrsis |
Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) |
| | | IT 1 irked him 2 to be here, he could not rest. | |
| He loved each simple joy the country yields, | |
| He loved his mates; but yet he could not keep | |
| (For that a shadow loured on the fields) | |
| Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep. | 5 |
| Some life of men unblest | |
| He knew, which made him droop, and filled his head. | |
| He went; his piping took a troubled sound | |
| Of storms that rage outside our happy ground; | |
| He could not wait their passing, he is dead … | 10 |
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| Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go? | |
| Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on; | |
| Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, | |
| Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, | |
| Sweet-William with his homely cottage smell, | 15 |
| And stocks in fragrant blow; | |
| Roses that down the alleys shine afar, | |
| And open jasmine-muffled lattices, | |
| And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, | |
| And the full moon and the white evening star … | 20 |
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