By the Earth's Corpse

By Thomas Hardy



         "O Lord, why grievest Thou? -
         Since Life has ceased to be
         Upon this globe, now cold
         As lunar land and sea,
And humankind, and fowl, and fur
         Are gone eternally,
All is the same to Thee as ere
         They knew mortality."


"O Time," replied the Lord,
         "Thou read'st me ill, I ween;
Were all THE SAME, I should not grieve
         At that late earthly scene,
Now blestly past--though planned by me
         With interest close and keen! -
Nay, nay: things now are NOT the same
         As they have earlier been.


         "Written indelibly
         On my eternal mind
         Are all the wrongs endured
         By Earth's poor patient kind,
Which my too oft unconscious hand
         Let enter undesigned.
No god can cancel deeds foredone,
         Or thy old coils unwind!


         "As when, in Noe's days,
         I whelmed the plains with sea,
         So at this last, when flesh
         And herb but fossils be,
And, all extinct, their piteous dust
         Revolves obliviously,
That I made Earth, and life, and man,
         It still repenteth me!"

DayPoems Poem No. 1030
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