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...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE TRAIL OF NINETY-EIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE FROM O-- by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS CASTLES OF THE SEA by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TWO PATHS by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |