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...WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 43. ALLAH-AL-KARIM by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SUNLIT VALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY PREFERENCE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE EPIGRAM ON A ROPE-MAKER HANGED by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |