Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 8, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Worldly Palace

by Matthew Arnold  (1822 – 188).

Worldly Place

Even in a palace, life may be led well!
So spake the imperial sage, purest of men,
Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den
Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell,

Our freedom for a little bread we sell,
And drudge under some foolish master’s ken
Who rates us if we peer outside our pen—
Match’d with a palace, is not this a hell?

Even in a palace! On his truth sincere,
Who spoke these words, no shadow ever came;
And when my ill-school’d spirit is aflame

Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win,
I’ll stop, and say: “There were no succour here!
The aids to noble life are all within.”

Notes:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/88
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/arnold/bio.html

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