In the days when the world was still With the peace of an ancient day, In the heart of a quiet hill I dwelled upon my way.

But now my steps are drawn away To the surface of the earth, And all the voices seem to say That silence gives me birth.

So beckon out the light of morn To guide me through the dark; Then let the sun like hope reborn Illume my path, my mark.

• AE Housman