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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nature's Questioning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool,<br> Field, flock, and lonely tree,<br> All seem to look at me<br> Like chastened children sitting silent in a school;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn,<br> As though the master's ways<br> Through the long teaching days<br> Their first terrestrial zest had chilled and overborne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And on them stirs, in lippings mere<br> (As if once clear in call,<br> But now scarce breathed at all)--<br> "We wonder, ever wonder, why we find us here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Has some Vast Imbecility,<br> Mighty to build and blend,<br> But impotent to tend,<br> Framed us in jest, and left us now to hazardry?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Or come we of an Automaton<br> Unconscious of our pains?...<br> Or are we live remains<br> Of Godhead dying downwards, brain and eye now gone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Or is it that some high Plan betides,<br> As yet not understood,<br> Of Evil stormed by Good,<br> We the Forlorn Hope over which Achievement strides?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus things around. No answerer I....<br> Meanwhile the winds, and rains,<br> And Earth's old glooms and pains<br> Are still the same, and gladdest Life Death neighbors nigh.</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=529553" data-title="Nature's Questioning de Thomas Hardy" data-description="WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting silent in a school; Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn, As though the master's ways Through the long teaching d..."></div> </div> </div>
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