Dead Fires, by Jessie Redmon Fauset

Dead Fires

If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing,       Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.Better the wound forever seeking balm       Than this gray calm!
Is this pain's surcease? Better far the ache,       The long-drawn dreary day, the night's white wake,Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath       Than passion's death! - Jessie Redmon Fauset

Jessie Redmon Fauset