Death and Life — II
Death endeth sure Life’s need and pain;
Yet Life in fear would Death restrain.
Life only sees dark Death’s dread Hand,
Not that bright Cup it offered plain.
So shrinks from Love the tender Heart,
As if from threat of being slain.
But when true Love awakens, dies
The Self, that despot dark and vain.
Then let him die in Night’s black hour,
And freely breathe in Dawn again.