Author William Stanley Braithwaite I kissed a kiss in youth Upon a dead man's brow; And that was long ago,-- And I'm a grown man now. It's lain there in the dust, Thirty years and more;-- My lips that set a light At a dead man's door. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments