Poems (Barrett)/Discontent
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DISCONTENT.
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 here, submissive, o 'er the stormy main, God's chartered judgments walk for evermore.