The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/When the Dark Comes
WHEN THE DARK COMES
When the dark comes,
“Is this the end?” I pray;
No answer from the night,
And then once more the day.
I take the world again
Upon my neck and go
Pace with the serious hours.
Since fate will have it so,
Begone, dead man, unclasp
Your hands from round my heart,
I and my burden pass.
You and your peace depart.