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Come Poet come	A
A thousand labourers ply their task	B
And what it tends to scarcely ask	B
And trembling thinkers on the brink	C
Shiver and know not how to think	C
To tell the purport of their pain	D
And what our silly joys contain	D
In lasting lineaments pourtray	E
The substance of the shadowy day	F
Our real and inner deeds rehearse	G
And make our meaning clear in verse	G
Come Poet come for but in vain	D
We do the work or feel the pain	D
And gather up the seeming gain	D
Unless before the end thou come	A
To take ere they are lost their sum	A
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Come Poet come	A
To give an utterance to the dumb	A
And make vain babblers silent come	A
A thousand dupes point here and there	E
Bewildered by the show and glare	E
And wise men half have learned to doubt	H
Whether we are not best without	H
Come Poet both but wait to see	I
Their error proved to them in thee	I
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Come Poet come	A
In vain I seem to call And yet	J
Think not the living times forget	J
Ages of heroes fought and fell	K
That Homer in the end might tell	K
O'er grovelling generations past	L
Upstood the Doric fane at last	L
And countless hearts on countless years	M
Had wasted thoughts and hopes and fears	M
Rude laughter and unmeaning tears	N
Ere England Shakespeare saw or Rome	O
The pure perfection of her dome	O
Others I doubt not if not we	I
The issue of our toils shall see	I
Young children gather as their own	P
The harvest that the dead had sown	P
The dead forgotten and unknown	P

Arthur Hugh Clough

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