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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 5, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: How often sit I, poring o'er
Last Line: The buried world below.
First Line: How often sit I, poring o'er
Last Line: The buried world below.
How often sit I, poring o'er
My strange distorted youth,
Seeking in vain, in all my store,
One feeling based on truth;
Amid the maze of petty life
A clue whereby to move,
A spot whereon in toil and strife
To dare to rest and love.
So constant as my heart would be,
So fickle as it must,
'Twere well for others as for me
'Twere dry as summer dust.
Excitements come, and act and speech
Flow freely forth; -- but no,
Nor they, nor ought beside can reach
The buried world below.
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