He Wonders About Himself
No use hoping, or feeling vext, Tugged by a force above or under Like some fantocine, much I wonder What I shall find me doing next! Shall I be rushing where bright eyes be? Shall I be suffering sorrows seven? Shall I be watching the stars of heaven, Thinking one of them looks like thee? Part is mine of the general Will, Cannot my share in the sum of sources Bend a digit the poise of forces, And a fair desire fulfil? Nov. 1893.
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"No use hoping, or feeling vext,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "He Wonders About Himself"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...