What is the overall tone of this poem? hap by thomas hardy 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, and clench myself, and die, steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; half-eased, too, 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. reflective fierce pessimistic vengeful