Away, haunt thou me not, <br />Thou vain Philosophy! <br />Little hast thou bestead, <br />Save to perplex the head, <br />And leave the spirit dead. <br />Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go, <br />While from the secret treasure-depths below, <br />Fed by the skyey shower, <br />And clouds that sink and rest on hilltops high, <br />Wisdom at once, and Power, <br />Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, incessantly? <br />Why labor at the dull mechanic oar, <br />When the fresh breeze is blowing, <br />And the strong current flowing, <br />Right onward to the Eternal Shore?<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-lecture-room/
