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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.
,h II Mother of all things made, Matchless in artistry, Unlit with sight is she.
- And though her ever well-obeyed Vacant of feeling he.
III 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? IV "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.
V "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.
" VI "World-weaver!" he replies, "I scan all thy domain; But since nor joy nor pain Doth my clear substance recognize, I read thy realms in vain.
VII "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?" .
VIII --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.

by Thomas Hardy
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