Caroling Dusk/Scintilla

by William Stanley Braithwaite

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SCINTILLA

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.