Through the shine, through the rain <br />We have shared the day’s load; <br />To the old march again <br />We have tramped the long road; <br />We have laughed, we have cried, <br />And we’ve tossed the King’s crown; <br />We have fought, we have died, <br />And we’ve trod the day down. <br />So it’s lift the old song <br />Ere the night flies again, <br />Where the road leads along <br />Through the shine, through the rain. <br /> <br />Long ago, far away, <br />Came a sign from the skies; <br />And we feared then to pray <br />For the new sun to rise: <br />With the King there at hand, <br />Not a child stepped or stirred— <br />Where the light filled the land <br />And the light brought the word; <br />For we knew then the gleam <br />Though we feared then the day, <br />And the dawn smote the dream <br />Long ago, far away. <br /> <br />But the road leads us all, <br />For the King now is dead; <br />And we know, stand or fall, <br />We have shared the day’s bread. <br />We may laugh down the dream, <br />For the dream breaks and flies; <br />And we trust now the gleam, <br />For the gleam never dies;— <br />So it’s off now the load, <br />For we know the night’s call, <br />And we know now the road <br />And the road leads us all. <br /> <br />Through the shine, through the rain, <br />We have wrought the day’s quest; <br />To the old march again <br />We have earned the day’s rest; <br />We have laughed, we have cried, <br />And we’ve heard the King’s groans; <br />We have fought, we have died, <br />And we’ve burned the King’s bones, <br />And we lift the old song <br />Ere the night flies again, <br />Where the road leads along <br />Through the shine, through the rain.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-song/
