Falling upon the frozen world last night, br I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain- br Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain; br The ice-bound Earth but mocked their puny might, br Far better had the fixedness of white br And uncomplaining snows-which make no sign, br But coldly smile, when pitying moonbeams shine- br Concealed its sorrow from all human sight. br Long, long ago, in blurred and burdened years, br I learned the uselessness of uttered woe. br Though sinewy Fate deals her most skilful blow, br I do not waste the gall now of my tears, br But feed my pride upon its bitter, while br I look straight in the world's bold eyes, and smile.