"According to the Mighty Working"

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Title:     "According to the Mighty Working"
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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When moiling seems at cease
In the vague void of night-time,
And heaven's wide roomage stormless
Between the dusk and light-time,
And fear at last is formless,
We call the allurement Peace.

II

Peace, this hid riot, Change,
This revel of quick-cued mumming,
This never truly being,
This evermore becoming,
This spinner's wheel onfleeing
Outside perception's range.

1917.

 

 

 

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Thomas Hardy's poem: "According to the Mighty Working"

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