Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

Alcaics

SO SPAKE the voice: and as with a single life
Instinct, the whole mass, fierce, irretainable,
        Down on that unsuspecting host swept;
        Down, with the fury of winds, that all night
Upbrimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn
Fall through the breach o’er holmstead and harvest; and
        Heard roll a deluge: while the milkmaid
        Trips i’ the dew, and remissly guiding
Morn’s first uneven furrow, the farmer’s boy
Dreams out his dream; so, over the multitude
        Safe-tented, uncontrolled and uncon-
        trollably sped the Avenger’s fury. 

1. Currente Calamo
2. In the Great Metropolis
3. Cold Comfort
4. Selene
5. Epi-strauss-ium

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