An Autumn Love Cycle/Curtain

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

Curtain

When one has lived'Tis not so hardTo fold the hands,To say, "Good-night,"And creep awayBehind the dark;But 'tis not strangeThe heart rebelsWhen sounds of nightRing down the dayThat was a weary, joyless wayFrom early dawnTo setting sun:How eagerly we trail the lightFor crumbs of happiness we fend,And struggle, struggle—to the end!