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The Dynasts by Thomas Hardy
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SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

Meet is it, none the less,
To bear in thought that though Its consciousness
May be estranged, engrossed afar, or sealed,
Sublunar shocks may wake Its watch anon?


SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

Nay. In the Foretime, even to the germ of Being,
Nothing appears of shape to indicate
That cognizance has marshalled things terrene,
Or will (such is my thinking) in my span.
Rather they show that, like a knitter drowsed,
Whose fingers play in skilled unmindfulness,
The Will has woven with an absent heed
Since life first was; and ever will so weave.


SPIRIT SINISTER

Hence we've rare dramas going--more so since
It wove Its web in the Ajaccian womb!


SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

Well, no more this on what no mind can mete.
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