“Again, as always, when the shadows fall,
In that sweet space between the dark and day,
I leave the present and its fretful claims
And seek the dim past where my memories stay.
…Till suddenly I reach the heart of Spring—…”
—Jessie Redmon Fauset (Douce Souvenance)
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“Let me not lose my dream, e'en though I scan the veil
with eyes unseeing through their glaze of tears,
Let me not falter, though the rungs of fortune perish
as I fare above the tumult, praying purer air, …”
—Georgia Douglas Johnson (Let Me Not Lose My Dream)
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“I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats
My last year’s song and next year’s bliss.
I know, in spite of all men say
Of Beauty, you have felt her most….”
—Countee Cullen (To John Keats, Poet, at Springtime)
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“I have a friend in ghostland—
Early found, ah me, how early lost!—
Blood-red seaweeds drip along that coastland
By the strong sea wrenched and tossed.
In every creek there slopes a dead man’s islet,
And such and one in every bay;….”
—Christina Rossetti
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