Matthew Arnold - Meeting lyrics

Again I see my bliss at hand, The town, the lake are here; My Marguerite smiles upon the strand, Unalter'd with the year. I know that graceful figure fair, That cheek of languid hue; I know that soft, enkerchief'd hair, And those sweet eyes of blue. Again I spring to make my choice; Again in tones of ire I hear a God's tremendous voice: "Be counsell'd, and retire." Ye guiding Powers who join and part, What would ye have with me? Ah, warn some more ambitious heart, And let the peaceful be!