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Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

A Song of Autumn

My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded oer
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.
A roofless ruin lies my home,
For winds to blow and rains to pour;
One frosty night befell, and lo,
I find my summer days are oer:
The heart bereaved, of why and how
Unknowing, knows that yet before
It had what een to Memory now
Returns no more, no more.

Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough's other poems:
  1. Hope Evermore and Believe!
  2. Qui Laborat, Orat
  3. The Questioning Spirit
  4. Easter Day II
  5. The New Sinai

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Adam Gordon A Song of Autumn ("WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad")

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