Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the Gods are everywhere

Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

When thou are not pleased, beloved,
Then my heart is sad and darkened,
As the shining river darkens
When the clouds drop shadows on it!

When thou smilest, my beloved,
Then my troubled heart is brightened,
As in sunshine gleam the ripples
That the cold wind makes in rivers.