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Arnold, clear voice of melancholy doubt,
Wedded to thought and word serene as rills
Brimming a Vestal's well down beds of sand,
Perchance even now thou haunt'st the Cumner hills
Unvexed in dreams by the Philistian rout,
With Thyrsis' self redeemed from Arno's strand,
And that lone Scholar for thy company,
Heedless of faint-heard chimes in Oxford towers
Beneath thy trysting tree,
Unconscious of the burdens of the hours,
In ghostly evening gardens gathering
For Proserpine the pale, faint blooms of Spring.
Far from the sorrowful dirges of the sea
In Faith's extremity,
And wind-bleached mountain passes grey with dole,
Where not a root may cling
As anchor for the soul,
Let the great winds to the great tides go down:
The anguish of the world has passed from thee;
Thou hast achieved thy crown.