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A River Pool

By Arthur Hugh Clough

Topics: classic

Sweet streamlet bason! at thy side     Weary and faint within me cried     My longing heart, In such pure deep     How sweet it were to sit and sleep;     To feel each passage from without     Close up, above me and about,     Those circling waters crystal clear,     That calm impervious atmosphere!     There on thy pearly pavement pure,     To lean, and feel myself secure,     Or through the dim-lit inter-space,     Afar at whiles upgazing trace     The dimpling bubbles dance around     Upon thy smooth exterior face;     Or idly list the dreamy sound     Of ripples lightly flung, above     That home, of peace, if not of love.

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About Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861) was an English poet whose work explores Victorian doubt and moral uncertainty. His poems "Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth" and "The Latest Decalogue" are sharp, thoughtful, and still widely anthologized.

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