LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on -- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost Or a small wasp have crept to the innermost Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun Shine westward of our window, -- straight we run A furlong's sigh as if the world were lost. But what time through the heart and through the brain God hath transfixed us, -- we, so moved before, Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain, We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore, And hear submissive o'er the stormy main God's chartered judgments walk for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI LIBERTINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO A DISCIPLE OF WILLIAM MORRIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AS IT HAPPENED by EDWARD CARPENTER |