Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Et Praevalet

Magna Est Veritas
by Coventry Patmore


Here, in this little Bay
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the world's course will not fail;
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.

This poem appeared in Patmore's 1877 collection, The Unknown Eros.

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