How few are they that voyage through the night <br />On that eternal quest, <br />For that strange light beyond our light, <br />That rest beyond our rest. <br /> <br />And they who, seeking beauty, once descry <br />Her face, to most unknown; <br />Thenceforth like changelings from the sky <br />Must walk their road alone. <br /> <br />So once I dreamed. So idle was my mood; <br />But now, before these eyes, <br />From those foul trenches, black with blood, <br />What radiant legions rise! <br /> <br />And loveliness over the wounded earth awakes <br />Like wild-flowers in the Spring. <br />Out of the mortal chrysalis breaks <br />Immortal wing on wing. <br /> <br />They rise like flowers, they wander on wings of light, <br />Through realms beyond our ken. <br />The loneliest soul is companied tonight <br />By hosts of unknown men.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-companions-3/
