If, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold,
A sense of human kindliness hath found us,
We seem to have around us
An atmosphere all gold,
'Midst darkest shades a halo rich of shine,
An element, that while the bleak wind bloweth,
On the rich heart bestoweth
Imbreathed draughts of wine;
Heaven guide, the cup be not, as chance may be,
To some vain mate given up as soon as tasted!
No, nor on thee be wasted,
Thou trifler, Poesy!
Heaven grant the manlier heart, that timely, ere
Youth fly, with life's real tempest would be coping:
The fruit of dreamy hoping
Is, waking, blank despair.
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Arthur Hugh Clough
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Poem topics: despair, life, wind, human, grant, fruit, real, guide, sense, chance, cold, gold, shine, youth, heart, heaven, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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