Thick is the darkness

To W. R.

Thick is the darkness —
Sunward, O, sunward!
Rough is the highway —
Onward, still onward!

Dawn harbours surely
East of the shadows.
Facing us somewhere
Spread the sweet meadows.

Upward and forward!
Time will restore us
Light is above us,
Rest is before us.
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