Falling upon the frozen world last night, I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain -- Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain; The ice-bound Earth but mocked their puny might, Far better had the fixedness of white And uncomplaining snows -- which make no sign, But coldly smile, when pitying moonbeams shine -- Concealed its sorrow from all human sight. Long, long ago, in blurred and burdened years, I learned the uselessness of uttered woe. Though sinewy Fate deals her most skillful blow, I do not waste the gall now of my tears, But feed my pride upon its bitter, while I look straight in the world's bold eyes, and smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER TO KEEP THE PEACE by DANIEL GARNETT BICKERS UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE by GEORGE HENRY BOKER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 30 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |