...Arnold, this stanza from " Thyrsis " has all the charm of a frank, personal utterance— " Yes, thou art gone! and round me, too, the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade; I feel her veil draw soft across the sky, I feel her slowly-chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin,...

...his brother-poet and friend, Arthur Hugh Clough, who died at Florence in the year 1 86 1. " Yes, thou art gone! and round me, too, the night In ever-nearing...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light laid pausefully upon life's headlong train, — The foot less prompt...

...are gone, and thou art gone as welL Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-nearin" circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft...finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once...

...Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass ? They all are gone, and them art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-nearing...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey ; I feel her linger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; The foot less prompt to...

...pass Ï They all arc gone, and thou art gone as well. о G 2 Yes, thou art gone, and round me too tbe Night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey ; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; The foot less prompt to...

...are gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-noaring circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft...invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey ; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; The foot less prompt to...

...with suspended scythe to see us pass ? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone ! and round me too the night In ever-nearing...finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train ; The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once...

...loss of his dear companion. " Yes, thou art gone ? And rdund me too the night "In ever-nearing circles weaves her shade, " I see her veil draw soft across the day, "I feel her slo-vly chilling breath invade " The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey, "I feel her...

...Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass ? They all are gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-nearing...shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her.slowly chillingbreath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with gray; I feel her...

...Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass ? They all are gone, and thou art gone as well. Yes, thou art gone, and round me too the Night In ever-nearing...her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, Ifeel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with gray; I feel...