BROWN BOY to BROWN GIRL by Countee Cullen.

“As surely as I hold your hand in mine,
as surely as your crinkled hair belies
the enamored sun pretending that he dies
while still he loiters in its glossy shine,
as surely as I break the slender line
that spider linked us with, in no least wise
am I uncertain that these alien skies
do not our whole life measure and confine.

No less, once in a land of scarlet suns
And brooding winds, before the hurricane
Bore down upon us, long before this pain,
We found a place where quiet water runs;
I held your hand this way upon a hill,
And felt my heart forbear, my pulse grow still”

Copyright 1925, by Harper & Row , Publishers, Inc.

Reference:
Countee Cullen