An Hour of Bliss and Many Hours of Sadness - Thomas Hardy

How unexpected [are] the attacks of destiny!

"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals (in Aeschylean phrase) had ended his sport with Tess. And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing. The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained thus a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength, they arose, joined hands again, and went on.

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I.