Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, <br />East wind and frost are safely gone; <br />With zephyr mild and balmy rain <br />The summer comes serenly on; <br />Earth, air, and sun and skies combine <br />To promise all that's kind and fair: - <br />But thou, O human heart of mine, <br />Be still, contain thyself, and bear. <br /> <br />December days were brief and chill, <br />The winds of March were wild and drear, <br />And, nearing and receding still, <br />Spring never would, we thought, be here. <br />The leaves that burst, the suns that shine, <br />Had, not the less, their certain date: - <br />And thou, O human heart of mine, <br />Be still, refrain thyself, and wait.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-london-square/
