Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Discontent - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
Restless with rest, until, being overthrown,
It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost
Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most
Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun
Shine westward of our window,--straight we run
A furlong's sigh as if the world were lost.
But what time through the heart and through the brain
God hath transfixed us,--we, so moved before,
Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain,
We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore,
And hear submissive o'er the stormy main
God's chartered judgments walk for evermore.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (5/2/2014 7:15:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001



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