Arthur Hugh Clough (1 January 1819 – 13 November 1861 / Liverpool)
Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing,
Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,
Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them,
Orbs in a dark umbrage luminous and radiant;
To the palate grateful, more luscious were not in Eden,
Or in that fabled garden of Alcinoüs;
Out of a dark umbrage sounds also musical issued,
Birds their sweet transports uttering in melody
Thrushes clear piping, wood-pigeons cooing, arousing
Loudly the nightingale, loudly the sylvan echoes;
Waters transpicuous flowed under, flowed to the list’ning
Ear with a soft murmur, softly soporiferous;
Nor, with ebon locks too, there wanted, circling, attentive
Unto the sweet fluting, girls, of a swarthy shepherd;
Over a sunny level their flocks are lazily feeding,
They of Amor musing rest in a leafy cavern.
Arthur Hugh Clough's Other Poems
- Across the Sea Along the Shore
- Ah! Yet Consider it Again!
- All Is Well
- Amours de Voyage, Canto I
- Amours de Voyage, Canto II
- Amours de Voyage, Canto III
- Amours de Voyage, Canto IV
- Amours de Voyage, Canto V
- Elegiac I.
- Elegiac II.
- How In All Wonder...
- In a Lecture Room
- In a London Square
- In the Depths
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