And if sun comes br How shall we greet him? br Shall we not dread him, br Shall we not fear him br After so lengthy a br Session with shade? br br Though we have wept for him, br Though we have prayed br All through the night-years— br What if we wake one shimmering morning to br Hear the fierce hammering br Of his firm knuckles br Hard on the door? br br Shall we not shudder?— br Shall we not flee br Into the shelter, the dear thick shelter br Of the familiar br Propitious haze? br br Sweet is it, sweet is it br To sleep in the coolness br Of snug unawareness. br br The dark hangs heavily br Over the eyes.