The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough/Volume 2/ἀνεμώλια
ἀνεμώλια.
Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throngOf myriads gone before;To flutter and flap and flit alongThe airy limbo shore.
Go, words of sport and words of wit,Sarcastic point and fine,And words of wisdom, wholly fitWith folly's to combine.
Go, words of wisdom, words of sense,Which, while the heart belied,The tongue still uttered for pretence,The inner blank to hide.
Go, words of wit, so gay, so light,That still were meant expressTo soothe the smart of fancied slightBy fancies of success.
Go, broodings vain o'er fancied wrong;Go, love-dreams vainer still;And scorn that's not, but would be, strong;And Pride without a Will.
Go, foolish thoughts, and find your wayWhere myriads went before,To languish out your lingering dayUpon the limbo shore.November, 1850