Starfield:Dover Beach

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! For this 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 we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

[So reads the final stanza of Matthew Arnold's stirring poem, Dover Beach.]