<Dl> <Dd> <Dl> <Dd> <Dl> <Dd> The Sea of Faith </Dd> <Dd> Was once , too , at the full , and round earth 's shore </Dd> <Dd> Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl 'd . </Dd> <Dd> But now I only hear </Dd> <Dd> Its melancholy , long , withdrawing roar , </Dd> <Dd> Retreating , to the breath </Dd> <Dd> Of the night - wind , down the vast edges drear </Dd> <Dd> And naked shingles of the world . </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl> </Dd> </Dl>
in dover beach arnold hears the melancholy from the withdrawing roar of the sea of
The Sea of Faith