Arthur Hugh Clough Quotes

When panting sighs the bosom fill,And hands by chance united thrillAt once with one delicious painThe pulses and the nerves of twain;When eyes that erst could meet with ease,Do seek, yet, seeking, shyly shunEcstatic conscious unison,-The sure beginnings, say, be thesePrelusive to the strain of loveWhich angels sing in heaven above?
Arthur Hugh Clough
Arthur Hugh Clough

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