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Thomas Hardy (1840–1928).  Wessex Poems and Other Verses.  1898.
5. At a Bridal
WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity,
  A dream of other offspring held my mind,
  Compounded of us twain as Love designed;
Rare forms, that corporate now will never be!
Should I, too, wed as slave to Mode’s decree,        5
  And each thus found apart, of false desire,
  A stolid line, whom no high aims will fire
As had fired ours could ever have mingled we;
And, grieved that lives so matched should miscompose,
  Each mourn the double waste; and question dare        10
To the Great Dame whence incarnation flows,
  Why those high-purposed children never were:
  What will she answer? That she does not care
If the race all such sovereign types unknows.



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