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