The Last Word Poem. Let them have it how. I am a door of metaphor.
The Last Word Poem by Matthew Arnold Poem Hunter
Web thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! All are free to enter, at will. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! I am a door of metaphor. Let them have it how. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. You’ll find no lock, no key.
All are free to enter, at will. Let them have it how. Let the long contention cease! All are free to enter, at will. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! You’ll find no lock, no key. Web thou thyself must break at last. I am a door of metaphor.
