The Poetry Corner

The Thread of Truth

By Arthur Hugh Clough

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange beings party-coloured web. How rich the converse! Tis a vein of ore Emerging now and then on Earths rude breast, But flowing full below. Like islands set At distant intervals on Oceans face, We see it on our course; but in the depths The mystic colonnade unbroken keeps Its faithful way, invisible but sure. Oh, if it be so, wherefore do we men Pass by so many marks, so little heeding?