The sea is calm tonight
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay

Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched sand
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles, which the waves draw back and fling,
At their return, upon the high shore
Begin, and cease, and then again begin
With tremulous cadence slow and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in this sound a thought
Hearing it by this distant Northern sea

The Sea of Faith
was once too at the full and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled
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 the world

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! For, the world which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain
And here we stand as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.