The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough/Volume 2/The Shady Lane

by Arthur Hugh Clough

THE SHADY LANE.

Whence comest thou? shady lane, and why and how?
Thou, where with idle heart, ten years ago,
I wandered, and with childhood's paces slow
So long unthought of, and remembered now!
Again in vision clear thy pathwayed side
I tread, and view thy orchard plots again
With yellow fruitage hung, and glimmering grain
Standing or shocked through the thick hedge espied.

This hot still noon of August brings the sight;
This quelling silence as of eve or night,
Wherein Earth (feeling as a mother may
After her travail's latest bitterest throes)
Looks up, so seemeth it, one half repose,
One half in effort, straining, suffering still.
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