Curtain by Georgia Douglas Johnson — Read

When one has lived / 'Tis not so hard / To fold the hands, / To say, "Good-night,"

And creep away / Behind the dark; / But 'tis not strange / The heart rebels / When sounds of night / Ring down the day / That was a weary, joyless way / From early dawn / To setting sun: / How eagerly we trail the light / For crumbs of happiness we fend, / And struggle, struggle -- to the end!