Scintilla
by:
William Stanley Braithwaite
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.
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