Shadowy Twin



        Well: while was fashioning
        This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

        Prepared a sinister mate
        For her--so gaily great--
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.

        And as the smart ship grew
        In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

        Alien they seemed to be:
        No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,

        Or sign that they were bent
        By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,

-Thomas Hardy (1840-1928),
The Convergence of the Twain







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