LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost <br />And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- <br />Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, <br />It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost <br />Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most <br />Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun <br />Shine westward of our window,--straight we run <br />A furlong's sigh as if the world were lost. <br />But what time through the heart and through the brain <br />God hath transfixed us,--we, so moved before, <br />Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain, <br />We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore, <br />And hear submissive o'er the stormy main <br />God's chartered judgments walk for evermore.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discontent/
