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

If You Should Go by Countee Cullen

Love, leave me like the light,
   The gently passing day; 
We would not know, but for the night,
   When it has slipped away.

Go quietly; a dream,
   When done, should leave no trace
That it has lived, except a gleam
   Across the dreamer's face.

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