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Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,East wind and frost are safely gone;With zephyr mild and balmy rainThe summer comes serenely on;Earth, air, and sun and skies combineTo promise all that’s kind and fair:-But thou, O human heart of mine,Be still, contain thyself, and bear.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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’Tis possible, young sir, that some excessMars youthful judgment and old men’s no less;Yet we must take our counsel as we mayFor (flying years this lesson still convey),’Tis worst unwisdom to be overwise,And not to use, but still correct one’s eyes.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Thy duty do? rejoined the voice,Ah, do it, do it, and rejoice;But shalt thou then, when all is done,Enjoy a love, embrace a beautyLike these, that may be seen and wonIn life, whose course will then be run;Or wilt thou be where there is none?I know not, I will do my duty.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,But westward, look, the land is bright.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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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
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No graven images may beWorshipped, except the currency.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Loving-if the answering breastSeem not to be thus possessed,Still in hoping have a care;If it do, beware, beware!But if in yourself you find it,Above all things-mind it, mind it!
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Thought may well be ever ranging,And opinion ever changing,Task-work be, though ill begun,Dealt with by experience better;By the law and by the letterDuty done is duty doneDo it, Time is on the wing!
Arthur Hugh Clough
