Whate'er you dream, with doubt possessed, <br />Keep, keep it snug within your breast, <br />And lay you down and take your rest; <br />And when you wake, to work again, <br />The wind it blows, the vessel goes, <br />And where and whither, no one knows. <br /> <br />'Twill all be well: no need of care; <br />Though how it will, and when, and where, <br />We cannot see, and can't declare. <br />In spite of dreams, in spite of thought, <br />'Tis not in vain, and not for nought, <br />The wind it blows, the ship it goes, <br />Though where and whither, no one knows.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-is-well/
