Shadow and Light

Cease, empty Faith, the Spectrum saith,
I was, and lo, have been;
I, God, am nought: a shade of thought,
Which, but by darkness seen,
Upon the unknown yourselves have thrown,
Placed it and light between.

At mornings birth on darkened earth,
And as the evening sinks,
Awfully vast abroad is cast
The lengthened form that shrinks
And shuns the sight in midday light,
And underneath you slinks.

From barren strands of wintry lands
Across the seas of time,
Borne onward fast ye touch at last
An equatorial clime;

In equatorial noon sublime
At zenith stands the sun,
And lo, around, far, near, are found
Yourselves, and Shadow none.

A moment! yea! but when the day
At length was perfect day!
A moment! so! and light we know
With dark exchanges aye,

Nor morn nor eve shall shadow leave
Your sunny paths secure,
And in your sight that orb of light
Shall humbler orbs obscure.

And yet withal, tis shadow all
Whateer your fancies dream,
And I (misdeemed) that was, that seemed,
Am not, whateer I seem.

Arthur Hugh Clough

Arthur Hugh Clough was born on January 1, 1819, in Liverpool, England. He was a prominent Victorian poet known for his thoughtful and somewhat unconventional works. Clough was educated at Rugby School and later at Balliol College, Oxford, where he became closely associated with the intellectual reformist circles of the time. His poetry often explored themes of doubt, faith, and societal conventions. Despite his relatively short life, Clough made a significant impact on English literature and remains a respected figure of the Victorian literary scene. He passed away on November 13, 1861.

Arthur Hugh Clough

Perchè pensa? Pensando s invecchia.

Arthur Hugh Clough, Simple Poetry

Wirkung in der Ferne

Arthur Hugh Clough, Simple Poetry

Wen Gott betrügt, ist wohl betrogen.

Arthur Hugh Clough, Simple Poetry

Actæon 1

Arthur Hugh Clough, Simple Poetry

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Upon a stone that was not rolled aside,
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    The sun himself is but thy shade;
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    A thing that thou hast said.

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    They gleam as after him they hark:
My soul some arrows of thy light hath won.
    And feebly fights the dark!

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    Then, lo, thy garment, Lord!

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    Because the shadow falls from thee;
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