To an Unborn Pauper Child
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,
Sleep the long sleep:
But I am weak as thou and bare;
And laughters fail, and greetings die;
Joys seldom yet attained by humankind!
Life's pending plan:
In full for thee; can dream thou'lt find
Then would I tell thee all I know,
Faiths waste away,
The Doomsters heap
And thou wert free
Must come and bide. And such are we-
To theeward fly: to thy locked sense
That I can hope
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Had I the ear of wombed souls
Explain none can
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
Thou wilt thy ignorant entry make
Thou canst not mend these things if thou dost come.
Travails and teens around us here,
To cease, or be,
Hark, how the peoples surge and sigh,
Ere their terrestrial chart unrolls,
Fain would I, dear, find some shut plot
No man can change the common lot to rare.
Though skies spout fire and blood and nations quake.
One tear, one qualm,
Health, love, friends, scope
And Time-Wraiths turn our songsingings to fear.
Affections and enthusiasms numb:
Hopes dwindle; yea,
Unreasoning, sanguine, visionary-
Vain vow! No hint of mine may hence
Should break the calm.
Of earth's wide wold for thee, where not