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.