Death at Daybreak

by Anne Reeve Aldrich

I Shall go out when the light comes in—   There lie my cast-off form and face; I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth,   As I seek for a path through space. I shall go out when the light comes in;   Would I might take one ray with me! It is blackest night between the worlds,   And how is a soul to see?

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