Ah, Love let us be true

To one another, for the 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

by

Mathew Arnold

from the book "Maidens and Love"

Author Sulamith Wülfing