Yet lovelier I hold her
Than listless maids with pallid hair,
And blood that’s thin and colder.
You-proud-and-to-be-pitied one,
Gaze on her and despair;
Then seal your lips until the sun
Discovers one as fair.
Brown Boy to Brown Girl
(Remembrance on a hill) (For Yolande)
“AS surely as I hold your hand in mine,