The Poetry Corner

Sonnet

By Matthew Arnold

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson that in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties servd in one, Though the loud world proclaim their enmity Of Toil unseverd from Tranquillity: Of Labour, that in still advance outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplishd in Repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry. Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Mans senseless uproar mingling with his toil, Still do thy sleepless ministers move on, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting: Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil; Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone