Quote#Remembrance
But each day brings its petty dust
Quote byMatthew Arnold · 1822–1888
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Absence", st. 3 (1857).
English (original)
But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-chok’d souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will.
— Matthew Arnold
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Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
A God, a God their severance ruled! And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.
We cannot kindle when we will The fire that in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides; — But tasks, in hours of insight willed, Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city’s jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar.
I keep saying, Shakspeare, Shakspeare, you are as obscure as life is.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day and wish’t were done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.