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No, it’s not when the sun
At its brightest shines upon
It’s not when the temper is cool
And there is calm near the shores
No, it’s not when in Dover
The waters are crisp
And Britain’s French lover
Blows over a kiss
It’s not even when that ill seed
Breeds tragedy’s poisonous ivy
And gasp in midair gust meets
Therein hope, still breathes
When is it then that will’s a test
Perhaps well within heartbreak
Maybe in cold solitude’s wake.
When will it hunt this heart in despair?
Tell me dark angel, tell me once more
When dawn’s afar and the path’s obscure
What bark, perhaps willow or maybe red oak
Will hold a faint heart when such time's upon?
The truth is there’s no way to know
Every light breeze can become a storm
But when the wolf’s shrewd howling
Through deep dark prologues
Always remember to stand, and stand tall