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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doom and She</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There dwells a mighty pair - <br> Slow, statuesque, intense - <br> Amid the vague Immense: <br>None can their chronicle declare, <br> Nor why they be, nor whence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">,h II </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mother of all things made, <br> Matchless in artistry, <br> Unlit with sight is she. - <br>And though her ever well-obeyed <br> Vacant of feeling he. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Matron mildly asks - <br> A throb in every word - <br> "Our clay-made creatures, lord, <br>How fare they in their mortal tasks <br> Upon Earth's bounded bord? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "The fate of those I bear, <br> Dear lord, pray turn and view, <br> And notify me true; <br>Shapings that eyelessly I dare <br> Maybe I would undo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Sometimes from lairs of life <br> Methinks I catch a groan, <br> Or multitudinous moan, <br>As though I had schemed a world of strife, <br> Working by touch alone." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "World-weaver!&quo t; he replies, <br> "I scan all thy domain; <br> But since nor joy nor pain <br>Doth my clear substance recognize, <br> I read thy realms in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "World-weaver! what IS Grief? <br> And what are Right, and Wrong, <br> And Feeling, that belong <br>To creatures all who owe thee fief? <br> What worse is Weak than Strong?" . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Unlightened, curious, meek, <br> She broods in sad surmise . . . <br> --Some say they have heard her sighs <br>On Alpine height or Polar peak <br> When the night tempests rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529475" data-title="Doom and She de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I 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 &..."></div> </div> </div>
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