
The work explores themes of loss, memory, and the passage of time through the lens of a speaker reflecting on their past experiences in a church setting. The speaker recalls their weekly attendance at services, where they engaged with traditional prayers and biblical readings, particularly a poignant story from the Book of Kings about a prophet seeking solace. Initially, the speaker is absorbed in the rituals and the presence of a significant woman, whose smile brings joy and meaning to the experience. However, as time progresses, the speaker becomes increasingly aware of the emotional drought in their life, paralleling the biblical narrative. The connection to the woman fades, and her absence becomes a source of profound sorrow. In the later sections, the speaker confronts the stark reality of loss, as the once vibrant presence of the woman is replaced by a cold marble memorial bearing her name. This shift marks a transition from youthful hope to a somber acknowledgment of mortality and the inevitability of change. The speaker grapples with feelings of desolation and a longing for the past, feeling disconnected from the world around them. Ultimately, the work culminates in a moment of existential questioning, as the speaker hears a voice echoing the biblical inquiry, "What doest thou here?" This question serves as a catalyst for introspection, prompting the speaker to reflect on their purpose and the significance of their experiences in light of their current state of despair. The narrative encapsulates the struggle between the desire to move forward and the weight of memories that tether the speaker to a lost past.
By Thomas Hardy · First published 1894 · Genre: Poetry, Literary Fiction, Religious/Spiritual · 562 words
I. WHEN I weekly knew An ancient pew, And murmured there The forms of prayer And thanks and praise In the ancient ways, And heard read out During August drought That chapter from Kings Harvest-time brings; -How the prophet, broken By griefs unspoken, Went heavily away To fast and to pray, And, while waiting to die.
The Lord passed by, And a whirlwind and fire Drew nigher and nigher, And a small voice anon Bade him up and be gone,- I did not apprehend As I sat to the end And watched for her smile Across the sunned aisle, That this tale of a seer Which came once a year Might, when sands were heaping, Be like a sweat creeping, Or in any degree Bear on her or on me!
Quid Hic Agis? is listed on Textopian as a poem by Thomas Hardy, dated 1894 CE.
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