In A Lecture Room

Away, haunt thou me not,
Thou vain Philosophy!
Little hast thou bestead,
Save to perplex the head,
And leave the spirit dead.
Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go,
While from the secret treasure-depths below,
Fed by the skyey shower,
And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high,
Wisdom at once, and Power,
Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, incessantly?
Why labor at the dull mechanic oar,
When the fresh breeze is blowing,
And the strong current flowing,
Right onward to the Eternal Shore?

by Arthur Hugh Clough

Comments (6)

Nothing surpassed the Wisdom of God.
Such a nice write here... so enjoyable in reading
the strong current flowing, Right onward to the Eternal Shore
Clouds that sink! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a great write by Arthur Hugh Clough..........................
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