Shall I decide it by a random shot?
Arthur Hugh Clough
1819 to 1861
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And with being here, doth palsy-giving fear
Of some deep intuition was begot.
Shall I decide it by a random shot?
Are not mere idle motions of the blood;
The heart, 'tis manifest, is free to do
(Whoe'er can ask or hope) accord the best?
The confidence of growth least understood
And always 'tis a fact that we are here,
What if despair and hope alike be true?
And when they seem most baseless, most are not.
Our happy hopes, so happy and so good,
Where the flowers grow, without it ne'er they could;
Whichever Nature and itself suggest,
A seed there must have been upon the spot