Endurance

WILD heart, be still! From yon lone mount, a star
Looks singly forth on the dark world. Art thou
Less brave ? To thee thy fears and sorrows are
As night to yon bright orb; yet is its brow
Radiant and calm, as when amid the joy
Of the young earth its light flashed forth from God!
Can summer suns, or gentle moons alloy
The immemorial woe to which art vowed,
O cypress- tree? Yet dost thou sternly bear
Thy mournful doom, and with a brave despair
Droop'st not, albeit no smiles of vernal spring
To thy funereal crown new light can bring.
Lol these bear up 'gainst Fate a steadfast war;
Am I less noble than the tree or star ?