Traveller's Song

Bands of dark and bands of light Lie athwart the homeward way; Now we cross a belt of Night, Now a strip of shining Day! Now it is a month of June, Now December's shivering hour; Now rides high loved memories' Moon, Now the Dark is dense with power! Summers, winters, days, and nights, Moons, and clouds, they come and go; Joys and sorrows, pains, delights, Hope and fear, and yes and no . All is well: come, girls and boys, Not a weary mile is vain! Hark-dim laughter's radiant noise! See the windows through the rain!