Arthur Hugh Clough,
Ite Domum Saturæ, venit Hesperus
“ Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie. The thunder bellows far from snow to snow (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie) , And loud and louder roars the flood below. Heigho! but soon in shelter shall we be: Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie. Or shall he find before his term be sped, Some comelier maid that he shall wish to wed? (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie.) For weary is work, and weary day by day To have your comfort miles on miles away. Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie. ”
