First there is this, “Oh could I raise the darken’d veil,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
Oh could I raise the darken’d veil,
Which hides my future life from me,
Could unborn ages slowly sail,
Before my view—and could I see
My every action painted there,
To cast one look I would not dare.
There poverty and grief might stand,
And dark Despair’s corroding hand,
Would make me seek the lonely tomb
To slumber in its endless gloom.
Then let me never cast a look,
Within Fate’s fix’d mysterious book.
Source: The Spectator (1820)
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And there is this personal postscript:
I should avoid judgments when it comes to poetry, so I will defer to others on that score, but Hawthorne's poem leads me to several simple conclusions:
(1) he chose wisely when he abandoned poetry and concentrated instead on prose fiction;
(2) a person's Fate, both fortunately and unfortunately (without intending any pun within that paradox), cannot and should not be foretold or previewed (i.e., simply take life one day at a time and hope for the best);
(3) I must read much more about and by Nathaniel Hawthorne in order to look beyond his "darken'd veil" to better fathom his apparent fascination with "Despair" and "gloom."
So, with those three conclusions offered for your consideration, I now open the door to you by asking, "What do you think?"
In the meantime, while waiting for your comments, I will be putting together my Nathaniel Hawthorne reading list. "Twice-Told Tales" will be a good beginning.
Also, if you are interested, you can read more about Hawthorne via this Poetry Foundation link.