Georgia Douglas Johnson, "And Yet --" (1928)
By Georgia Douglas Johnson
The faint lose faith
When in the tomb their all is laid
And there returns
No echoing of weal or woe;
The strong hope on—
They see the clouds close over head,
The grass grow green,
No word is said,
And yet—
A little world within the world
Are we,
Daily our heart’s high yearnings fade,
Are buried!
Then, new ones are made,
Are crucified!
And yet—
Published in The Crisis, February 1928