Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)

Patience Taught by Nature

'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards
Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife
Meek leaves drop year]y from the forest-trees
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory: O thou God of old,
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !--
But so much patience as a blade of grass
Grows by, contented through the heat and cold. 

1. The Holy Night
2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 23. Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

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