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Introduction
In his straightforward poem “He Never Expected Much,” Hardy addresses the ups and downs of life as well as its unavoidable conclusion. He explores the unfairness, sadness, and fleeting moments of enjoyment that characterize life. The speaker in Hardy’s opening lines remembers when he was younger and realized that life wouldn’t always be ideal, joyful, or fair. It would probably not be fair most of the time, he found out. He adopted this information as his own and built his entire life around it.
Structure
The poem consists of three stanzas divided into octaves which are sets of eight lines.
Summary
Stanza 1
Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie Upon the leaze and watch the sky, Never, I own, expected I That life would all be fair.
The speaker of “He Never Expected Much” addresses the “World” at the opening of the first verse. This method is called an apostrophe. The person speaking is speaking to an inanimate object that cannot react to him. He boasts to the world that everything in his life has gone according to plan. It has “proved to be / Much as you said you were.” He remembers lying to himself as a kid and staring up at the sky. He was aware then, as he is now, that justice would not always prevail in life. He sings a song-like tune that lightens the mood as he conveys this truth. However, it is hard to read these phrases without getting the impression that the speaker is feeling gloomy.
Stanza 2
'Twas then you said, and since have said, Times since have said, In that mysterious voice you shed From clouds and hills around: "Many have loved me desperately, Many with smooth serenity, While some have shown contempt of me Till they dropped underground.
The speaker continues to discuss the period of his childhood when he communicated with the outside world and discovered its realities in the second verse of “He Never Expected Much.” Then the world spoke to him and told him that everyone who had shown disrespect for the earth and everyone who had shown love for it had been “dropped underground.” The world taught the little kid that this is where everyone ends up, one way or another. This stanza’s opening words employ a few intriguing repeating elements. Hardy builds the reader’s anticipation until the moment when he reveals what the world has spoken by using the word “said” multiple times. This adds to the words’ already-songlike quality.
Stanza 3
"I do not promise overmuch, Child; overmuch; Just neutral-tinted haps and such," You said to minds like mine. Wise warning for your credit's sake! Which I for one failed not to take, And hence could stem such strain and ache As each year might assign.
“He Never Expected Much” closes with a few more words from the outside world in its last eight lines. The child was informed by the world that not much could be promised. There will be occasional happy moments mixed in with a lot of ordinary, uninteresting ones.
In the last few lines of the poem, the speaker reappears. He declares to the listeners and the world that he followed counsel from others. He understood throughout his life that things wouldn’t always be fair since he “failed not to take” it. He was aware that he would have hardships and “strain and ache” over time. But he could handle it all because he was ready for it.
Analysis
The speaker muses, addressing the “World” itself, in the twilight hour. He looks back, not longing for the past but accepting a lesson he learned early on: life is full of “strain and ache” in different proportions rather than sunshine.
This “wise warning” of cynicism constituted his basic foundation. No lofty goals, no aspirations based on deferred hopes. It appears that everyone stuck to the low standards set years ago. He sighs, his acceptance laced with a hint of cynicism, “Much as you said you were.”
With deliberate strides, he navigated the currents of life, unaffected by storms or transitory delights because both were expected and part of the constantly spinning wheel. No cosmic balance of good over evil existed, nor did a divine hand step in. Merely “the chance-sent light and shade” illustrating his days with various shades of life.
He admits the pain of loss and the “gnawing thorn” of past losses, but these were also a part of the vast, uncaring plan. There’s no use whining about what will inevitably happen—the sun will set and his days will pass.
There is, nevertheless, a hint of something more than hopelessness. He talks about “things of slight account,” or little joys that come from leading a straightforward life and are “not meant to be of high intent.” Maybe there was a peaceful comfort in accepting life as it is, a serenity that comes from having fewer expectations.
The poem closes with a moving picture of the speaker approaching his last resting place and finding comfort in the knowledge that, in its unbroken neutrality, the earth has given exactly what it promised—neither more nor less. The happy ending is a monument to the human spirit’s capacity to find purpose despite the unavoidable constraints of existence.
