THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings <br />Hath its balsamum and its silverlings, <br />Its violet interspace. <br />The bitterest sea that the wan moon knows <br />Hath its hushful archipelagoes, <br />Its coral populace. <br />And the wearlweariestest burden mortal bears <br />Hath, woven in with its somber cares, <br />Some broidery of grace.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waywise/
