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Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds

Since men grow diffident at last,

And care no whit at all,

If spring be come, or the fall be past,

Or how the cool rains fall,

I come to no flower but I pluck,

I raise no cup but I sip,

For a mouth is the best of sweets to suck;

The oldest wine's on the lip.

If I grow old in a year or two,

And come to the querulous

Of "Alack and aday" and "This was true,

And that, when I was young,"I must have sweets to remember by,

Some blossom saved from the mire,

Some death-rebellious ember

Can fan into a fire.

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Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa…

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