To A Brown Girl

What if his glance is bold and free,

His mouth the lash of whips?

So should the eyes of lovers

And so a lovers lips.

What if no puritanic

Confines him to the nice?

He will not pass this way or

Or hunger for you twice.

Since in the end consort

Magdalen and Mary,

Youth is the time for careless weather;

Later lass, be wary.

Now try Cullen's "To a Brown Boy"