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TOO LATE by MATTHEW ARNOLD

Poet Analysis

First Line: EACH ON HIS OWN STRICT LINE WE MOVE
Last Line: --THEN, LOVE, THY HAND!--AH NO! ADIEU!
Subject(s): LOVE; DEATH; DEAD, THE;
EACH on his own strict line we move,
And some find death ere they find love.
So far apart their lives are thrown
From the twin soul that halves their own.

And sometimes, by still harder fate,
The lovers meet, but meet too late.
--Thy heart is mine!--True, true! ah true!
--Then, love, thy hand!--Ah no! adieu!



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