Dora Sigerson Shorter

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.