Matthew Arnold

Dead ! and the calm of starry night
Is his; and his, the deep sea calm:
Who, living in this world of light,
Lived sunward like a gracious palm.

Now, in the strong surprise of death
He bears him nobly, as before:
But we! sad eyes and [waning] breath
Proclaim one sorrow ours, the more.
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