The Convergence of the Twain
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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Deep from human vanity,
In stature, grace, and hue,
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
To glass the opulent
Well: while was fashioning
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
Over the mirrors meant
In a solitude of the sea
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
Gaze at the gilded gear
Prepared a sinister mate
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
This creature of cleaving wing,
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?"…
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
Till the Spinner of the Years
Steel chambers, late the pyres
For her — so gaily great —
Of her salamandrine fires,
And as the smart ship grew
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
Or sign that they were bent
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
By paths coincident
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
Said "Now!" And each one hears,