H. V. Ellis - To Matthew Arnold lyrics

Sweet singer, who among thy poet's bays Some bitter-fragrant herb has intertwined, Who round about thy throbbing lyre dost bind Some scent which, stealing with thy happiest lays Down to the heart's deep-secret core, doth raise A subtle ache their sweetness cannot still, A yearning that they cannot all fulfil, That lives and sleeps and lives through many days. Though restless youth and age unrested bring Their discontents, though many things seem to lie; Yet, God be praised, we cannot wholly die Whilst such as thou, such as thy father sing, And point us still to such landmarks as these, Monica, Obermann, Empedocles.