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.
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- Villon's Straight Tip To All Cross Coves
- Attadale, West Highlands
- We Shall Surely Die
- After
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights