FTP, name this poem in which the speaker finds neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;" but only "ignorant armies clash[ing] by night," a poem by Matthew Arnold
According to this poem when you "Come to the window" to smell the sweet night air, "Listen! you hear the grating roar" of pebbles that "bring the eternal note of sadness in."  "Sophocles long ago" heard what the speaker hears, and thought similar thoughts.  The view is also like "The Sea of Faith," which now also ebbs.  FTP, name this poem in which the speaker finds neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;" but only "ignorant armies clash[ing] by night," a poem by Matthew Arnold
According to this poem when you "Come to the window" to smell the sweet night air, "Listen!
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