African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Countee Cullen, "Road Song" (1923)

This will I say today,
Let no tomorrow come;
Thy words are singing birds
That strike my faint lyre dumb.

This will I vow thee now,
Lest vows should go unsaid:
Thou art unto my heart
A song to wake the dead.

This oath I take to break
When falls the lover's code:
To fare as thou, and share
With thee each winding road.

Thus do I deal my seal,
No alien one may break:
Thy mouth to mine as south
The long lone trail we take. 

Published in The Crisis, February 1923

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