Author Arthur Hugh Clough Oh, I have done those things that my Soul fears And my whole heart is sick. My Youth hath flown, The talents thou hast given me are gone, And I have nought to pay thee but my tears. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments