Lo, All The Way

Lo, all the way, Look you, I said, the clouds will break, the sky Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling, the fields, So sodden and dead, Will shimmer with new green and starry bloom, And there will be, There will be then, with all serene and fair, Some little while For some light laughter in the sun; and lo, The journey's end-- Grey road, grey fields, wind and a bitter rain.