The Poetry Corner

The Temporary The All

By Thomas Hardy

Change and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellow-like, and despite divergence, Friends interlinked us. "Cherish him can I while the true one forthcome - Come the rich fulfiller of my prevision; Life is roomy yet, and the odds unbounded." So self-communed I. Thwart my wistful way did a damsel saunter, Fair, the while unformed to be all-eclipsing; "Maiden meet," held I, "till arise my forefelt Wonder of women." Long a visioned hermitage deep desiring, Tenements uncouth I was fain to house in; "Let such lodging be for a breath-while," thought I, "Soon a more seemly. "Then, high handiwork will I make my life-deed, Truth and Light outshow; but the ripe time pending, Intermissive aim at the thing sufficeth." Thus I . . . But lo, me! Mistress, friend, place, aims to be bettered straightway, Bettered not has Fate or my hand's achieving; Sole the showance those of my onward earth-track - Never transcended!