Though all the light were lifted from the land, And a great darkness lay upon the sea; Though, groping each for some not-careless hand, I felt sad men pass over wearily; Though it were certain dawn would not come in With the next hour; that after many days Would no moon rise where the grey clouds grew thin, Nor any stars resume their ancient ways: Though all my world was thus, and I more blind Than the dead, blundering planets raining past, I know I should not fancy Time unkind; For you, as once of old you came, at last Would surely come, and with unfaltering faith Lead me beyond the dominance of death. Why should we fear? The sun will surely rise, If we but wait, to light us on our way. Th…
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