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Amy Lowell

That, bearing in our frailty her just

part,

She hath not shrunk from evils of this

ife,

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Countee Cullen·1903–1946·Harlem Renaissance
T this be scattered far and wide, laidke low Upon the waters as they fall and rise,Be caught and carried by the winds that blow,Nor let it be arrested by the skies:I who am mortal say I shall not die;I who am dust of this am positive,That though my nights tend toward the grave, yet Shall on some brighter day arise, and live. Ask me not how I am oracular,