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. Matthew Arnold
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The poet William Ernest Henley wrote this poem in 1875. He was a British poet, critic, and teacher. It is about being with someone you love and how life is not always easy, but it is worth it for the feeling of being close to one another. In the end, the people who choose to be together often find they know what they have been looking for all along.

Source: Dover Beach And Other Poems

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