Kahlil Gibran

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Ay, you are like an ocean,
And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores,

Yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides.
And like the seasons you are also,
And though in your winter you deny your spring,
Yet spring, reposing within you,

Smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended.

Kahlil Gibran
(1883 ~ 1931)