第109章 Weakest Thing, The

Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Whereer it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth? What time that yellow leaf was green, My days were gladder;

But now, whatever Spring may mean, I must grow sadder. Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring My lips asunder - Then is mine heart the weakest thing Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined And drop together, And at a blast, which is not wind, The forests wither,

Thou, from the darkening deathly curse To glory breakest, - The Strongest of the universe Guarding the weakest!