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I kissed a kiss in youth
   Upon a dead man’s brow;
And that was long ago,—
   And I’m a grown man now,
 
It’s lain there in the dust,
   Thirty years and more;—
My lips that set a light
   At a dead man’s door.
Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

This poem was originally published in The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922).