Say not the Struggle Nought Availeth
Arthur Hugh Clough
1819 to 1861
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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When daylight comes, comes in the light,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
Say not, the struggle nought availeth,
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
And not by eastern windows only,
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
But westward, look, the land is bright.
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And, but for you, possess the field.
And as things have been they remain.