Doom and She


  There dwells a mighty pair -
  Slow, statuesque, intense -
  Amid the vague Immense:
None can their chronicle declare,
  Nor why they be, nor whence.

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  Mother of all things made,
  Matchless in artistry,
  Unlit with sight is she. -
And though her ever well-obeyed
  Vacant of feeling he.


  The Matron mildly asks -
  A throb in every word -
  "Our clay-made creatures, lord,
How fare they in their mortal tasks
  Upon Earth's bounded bord?


  "The fate of those I bear,
  Dear lord, pray turn and view,
  And notify me true;
Shapings that eyelessly I dare
  Maybe I would undo.


  "Sometimes from lairs of life
  Methinks I catch a groan,
  Or multitudinous moan,
As though I had schemed a world of strife,
  Working by touch alone."


  "World-weaver!&quo t; he replies,
  "I scan all thy domain;
  But since nor joy nor pain
Doth my clear substance recognize,
  I read thy realms in vain.


  "World-weaver! what IS Grief?
  And what are Right, and Wrong,
  And Feeling, that belong
To creatures all who owe thee fief?
  What worse is Weak than Strong?" . . .


  --Unlightened, curious, meek,
  She broods in sad surmise . . .
  --Some say they have heard her sighs
On Alpine height or Polar peak
  When the night tempests rise.

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, was a Scottish Minister, Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland and Professor of Eccesiastical History at Edinburgh University. more…

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