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Scintilla

by William Stanley Braithwaite, 1922

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.

Published in The Book of American Negro Poetry
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