Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Weakest Thing

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
   Where'er 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!

spoken = Genevieve Perdue