Winter Rain by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    Falling upon the frozen world last night,
        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 skillful 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.