Classic Poem

Do I speak soft and little,
Do I offer you a drop of honey in a bent leaf?
Yet I, too, have been rent by the whirlwind;
I have lain trembling under its bellowings,
I have endured its fangs,
I have heard it hiss and groan, " Bitterness, bitterness! "
But all I have left,
After its searchings and its rendings,
May be told in a soft voice
And is sweet —
Sweet,
Like a drop of thick honey in a bent brown leaf.