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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLIFTON, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography
First Line: I'm here at clifton, grinding at the mill
Last Line: And thunder in her caves -- thank god! Thank god!
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E.
Subject(s): Clifton, England
First Line: I'm here at clifton, grinding at the mill
Last Line: And thunder in her caves -- thank god! Thank god!
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E.
Subject(s): Clifton, England
I'M here at Clifton, grinding at the mill
My feet for thrice nine barren years have trod;
But there are rocks and waves at Scarlett still,
And gorse runs riot in Glen Chass -- thank God!
Alert, I seek exactitude of rule,
I step, and square my shoulders with the squad;
But there are blaeberries on old Barrule,
And Langness has its heather still -- thank God!
There is no silence here: the truculent quack
Insists with acrid shriek my ears to prod,
And, if I stop them, fumes; but there's no lack
Of silence still on Carraghyn -- thank God!
Pragmatic fibs surround my soul, and bate it
With measured phrase, that asks the assenting nod;
I rise, and say the bitter thing, and hate it --
But Wordsworth's castle's still at Peel -- thank God!
O broken life! O wretched bits of being,
Unrhythmic, patched, the even and the odd!
But Bradda still has lichens worth the seeing,
And thunder in her caves -- thank God! thank God!
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