<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come, Poet, come!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Poet, come!<br>A thousand labourers ply their task,<br>And what it tends to scarcely ask,<br>And trembling thinkers on the brink<br>Shiver, and know not how to think.<br>To tell the purport of their pain,<br>And what our silly joys contain;<br>In lasting lineaments pourtray<br>The substance of the shadowy day;<br>Our real and inner deeds rehearse,<br>And make our meaning clear in verse:<br>Come, Poet, come! for but in vain<br>We do the work or feel the pain,<br>And gather up the seeming gain,<br>Unless before the end thou come<br>To take, ere they are lost, their sum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Poet, come!<br>To give an utterance to the dumb,<br>And make vain babblers silent, come;<br>A thousand dupes point here and there,<br>Bewildered by the show and glare;<br>And wise men half have learned to doubt<br>Whether we are not best without.<br>Come, Poet; both but wait to see<br>Their error proved to them in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Poet, come!<br>In vain I seem to call. And yet<br>Think not the living times forget.<br>Ages of heroes fought and fell<br>That Homer in the end might tell;<br>O’er grovelling generations past<br>Upstood the Doric fane at last;<br>And countless hearts on countless years<br>Had wasted thoughts, and hopes, and fears,<br>Rude laughter and unmeaning tears;<br>Ere England Shakespeare saw, or Rome<br>The pure perfection of her dome.<br>Others, I doubt not, if not we,<br>The issue of our toils shall see;<br>Young children gather as their own<br>The harvest that the dead had sown,<br>The dead forgotten and unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118405" data-title="Come, Poet, come! de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="Come, Poet, come!/A thousand labourers ply their task,/And what it tends to scarcely ask,/And trembling thinkers on the brink/Shiver, and know not how to think./To tell the purport of their pain,/And what our silly joys contain;/In lasting lineame..."></div> </div> </div>

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