[footnote]Chance, happenstance.[\/footnote]\n\nIf but some vengeful god would call to me\nFrom up the sky, and laugh: \"Thou suffering thing,\nKnow that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,\nThat thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!\"\n\nThen would I bear it, clench myself, and die,\nSteeled by the sense of ire[footnote]Anger, wrath.[\/footnote]\u00a0unmerited;\nHalf-eased in that a Powerfuller than I\nHad willed and meted[footnote]Given.[\/footnote]\u00a0me the tears I shed.\n\nBut not so.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0How arrives it joy lies slain,\nAnd why unblooms the best hope ever sown?\n\u2014Crass Casualty[footnote]Chance.[\/footnote]\u00a0obstructs the sun and rain,\nAnd dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .\nThese purblind Doomsters[footnote]Partly blind and obtuse judges.[\/footnote]\u00a0had as readily strown\nBlisses about my pilgrimage as pain.\n\n\u2014 1898<\/p>","rendered":"
[1]<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n If but some vengeful god would call to me Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die, But not so.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0How arrives it joy lies slain, \u2014 1898<\/p>\n\n\t\t\t
\nFrom up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,
\nKnow that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
\nThat thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!”<\/p>\n
\nSteeled by the sense of ire[2]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0unmerited;
\nHalf-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
\nHad willed and meted[3]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0me the tears I shed.<\/p>\n
\nAnd why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
\n\u2014Crass Casualty[4]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0obstructs the sun and rain,
\nAnd dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .
\nThese purblind Doomsters[5]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0had as readily strown
\nBlisses about my pilgrimage as pain.<\/p>\nCandela Citations<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t