Distent
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause, plaining on--
Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,
It learo lie quiet. Let a frost
Or a small have crept to the inner-most
Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun
Shiward of our window,--straight we run
A furlongs 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, shoulderis of pain,
We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore,
And hear submissive oer the stormy main
Gods chartered judgments walk for evermore.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning