YOUTH
by: Georgia Douglas Johnson
(1886-1966)
 HE dew is
on the grasses, dear,
The blush is on the rose,
And swift across our dial-youth,
A shifting shadow goes.
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- The primrose moments, lush with bliss,
Exhale and fade away,
Life may renew the Autumn time,
But nevermore the May!
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"Youth" is reprinted from
The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed. James Weldon Johnson.
New York: Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922. |
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