THE blackest clouds have suns beyond To touch them with a fairy's wand; And never was a cloud — not one — That has outlasted our good sun; If it's too sunny, 't is allowed That hottest sun makes heaviest cloud. Never did the longest rain Fail to end in sun again; Mud has never yet been spied That, some day, did not get dried; Never was the dust so thick But a shower would lay it quick. If the winter is so chill, Summer heat is coming still; If the summer is too hot, Winter's coming, when it's not; And, between them, spring and fall — Not too cold or hot at all. When night's blackest, twice as gay Is the dawn at break of day; If the noon hour is too bright, 'T will not be so, late at night; And the stars and silver moon Gild December, more than June. Man may trudge the longest mile And, to the end, smile meets with smile; And on sunny days sit down And frown, till all around him frown; What you are will others be — Smile for smile, and glee for glee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE |