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by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)
He fears his good fortune
There was a glorious time At an epoch of my prime; Mornings beryl-bespread, And evenings golden-red; Nothing gray: And in my heart I said, "However this chanced to be, It is too full for me, Too rare, too rapturous, rash, Its spell must close with a crash Some day!" The radiance went on Anon and yet anon, And sweetness fell around Like manna on the ground. "I've no claim," Said I, "to be thus crowned: I am not worthy this: -- Must it not go amiss? -- Well . . . let the end foreseen Come duly! -- I am serene." -- And it came.
- by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "He fears his good fortune", appears in Moments of Vision and Miscellaneous Verses, first published 1917 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "He fears his good fortune", c1950, unfinished [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-01-18
Line count: 22
Word count: 101