(For Aline) <br /> <br />Now by what whim of wanton chance <br />Do radiant eyes know sombre days? <br />And feet that shod in light should dance <br />Walk weary and laborious ways? <br /> <br />But rays from Heaven, white and whole, <br />May penetrate the gloom of earth; <br />And tears but nourish, in your soul, <br />The glory of celestial mirth. <br /> <br />The darts of toil and sorrow, sent <br />Against your peaceful beauty, are <br />As foolish and as impotent <br />As winds that blow against a star.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-winds-that-blow-against-a-star-2/
