Hap Lyrics
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
—Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
—Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
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Genius Annotation
“Hap” was written by Hardy in 1866, but was not published until 1898, in Hardy’s first poetry collection, “Wessex Poems.”
The poem is a sonnet in iambic pentameter lines, rhyming ABAB CDCD EFEFFE, which is a hybrid between a Shakespearean and Petrarcan sonnet. It does have a strong volta at line 9, which is characteristic of Hardy’s style in his shorter poems, which express strong contrasts in clear dialectic.
“Hap” means chance, luck, fortune, fate, brought into English from Old Norse and Germanic.
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