Then, Most, I Smile

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Late it is to look so proud,
  Daisy queen! come is the gloom
Of the winter-burdened cloud!--
  "But, in winter, most I bloom!"

Star of even! sunk the sun!
  Lost for e'er the ruddy line;
And the earth is veiled in dun,--
  "Nay, in darkness, best I shine!"

O, my soul! art 'bove alarm,
  Quaffing thus the cup of gall--
Canst thou face the grave with calm?--
  "Yes, the Christians smile at all."

© Victor Marie Hugo