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

To a Little Lover-Lass, Dead by Langston Hughes

Who searched for lovers
In the night
Has gone the quiet way
Into the still,
Dark land of death
Beyond the rim of day.

Now like a little lonely waif
She walks
An endless street
And gives her kiss to nothingness.
Would God his lips were sweet!

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