Here you will find the Poem All Night the Lone Cicada of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
All night the lone cicada Kept shrilling through the rain? A voice of joy undaunted By unforgotten pain. Down from the wind-blown branches Rang out the high refrain, By tumult undisheartened, By storm assailed in vain. To looming vasts of mountain And shadowy deeps of plain, The ephemeral, brave defiance Adventured not in vain. Till to the faltering spirit And to the weary brain, From loss and fear and failure, My joy returned again.
