Arthur Hugh Clough Quotes

My wind is turned to bitter north,That was so soft a south before;My sky, that shone so sunny bright,With foggy gloom is clouded o’erMy gay green leaves are yellow-black,Upon the dank autumnal floor;For love, departed once, comes backNo more again, no more.
Arthur Hugh Clough
Arthur Hugh Clough

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