Dover Beach

Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach” contrasts beauty and despair, exploring lost faith and the enduring need for love in a changing world.
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By Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

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.


Analysis

“Dover Beach” captures the tension between faith and doubt in the modern world. The poem begins with serene imagery but quickly turns melancholic as Arnold laments the retreat of spiritual certainty. The “Sea of Faith” becomes a central metaphor for the waning of religious belief, replaced by a world of uncertainty and conflict. Despite this, the speaker pleads for personal fidelity and love as anchors amid chaos.

Arnold’s controlled rhythm and natural diction underscore his moral seriousness, while the final image—“where ignorant armies clash by night”—has become one of Victorian poetry’s most haunting expressions of spiritual desolation.

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