Why each is striving, from of old,
To love more deeply than he can?
Still would be true, yet still grows cold?
Ask of the Powers that sport with man!
They yokd in him, for endless strife,
A heart of ice, a soul of fire;
And hurld him on the Field of Life,
An aimless unallayd Desire.
Destiny
Matthew Arnold
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