Matthew Arnold - Epilogue lyrics

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Matthew Arnold - Epilogue lyrics

So I sang; but the Muse, Shaking her head, took the harp— Stern interrupted my strain, Angrily smote on the chords. April showers Rush o'er the Yorkshire moors. Stormy, through driving mist, Loom the blurr'd hills; the rain Lashes the newly-made grave. Unquiet souls! —In the dark fermentation of earth, In the never idle workshop of nature, In the eternal movement, Ye shall find yourselves again!