Afterwards

Afterwards, whenThe old Gods' hateOn the riven earthNo more is poured:

When weapons of warAre all outwornWhat shall becomeOf the race of men?

One shall go forthIn the likeness of a child:Under sere skiesOf a grey dawning:

One shall go forthIn the likeness of a child,And desolate placesShall spring and blossom:

One shall go forthIn the likeness of a child:And men shall singAnd greatly rejoice:

All men shall singFor the love that is in them,And he shall behold itAnd sing also.