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O ship, ship, ship

By Arthur Hugh Clough

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O ship, ship, ship,     That travellest over the sea,     What are the tidings, I pray thee,     Thou bearest hither to me?     Are they tidings of comfort and joy,     That shall make me seem to see     The sweet lips softly moving     And whispering love to me?     Or are they of trouble and grief,     Estrangement, sorrow, and doubt,     To turn into torture my hopes,     And drive me from Paradise out?     O ship, ship, ship,     That comest over the sea,     Whatever it be thou bringest,     Come quickly with it to me.

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Arthur Hugh Clough

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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