All night the lone cicada <br />Kept shrilling through the rain– <br />A voice of joy undaunted <br />By unforgotten pain. <br /> <br />Down from the wind-blown branches <br />Rang out the high refrain, <br />By tumult undisheartened, <br />By storm assailed in vain. <br /> <br />To looming vasts of mountain <br />And shadowy deeps of plain, <br />The ephemeral, brave defiance <br />Adventured not in vain. <br /> <br />Till to the faltering spirit <br />And to the weary brain, <br />From loss and fear and failure, <br />My joy returned again.<br /><br />Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-night-the-lone-cicada/
