Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

EF you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.
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In the east the morning comes,
Hear the rollin' of the drums
On the hill.
But the heart that beat as they beat
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HIT'S been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin',
Kin' o' techy all day long.
I ain't wet enough fu' toddy,
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THE sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
To one who never knew a spark,
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BY the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,
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Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust,
What of his loving, what of his lust?
What of his passion, what of his pain?
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SILENCE, and whirling worlds afar
Through all encircling skies.
What floods come o'er the spirit's bar,
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The Midnight wooed the Morning Star,
And prayed her: "Love come nearer;
Your swinging coldly there afar
To me but makes you dearer."
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'GOOD-BYE,' I said to my conscience —
'Good-bye for aye and aye,'
And I put her hands off harshly,
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SILENTLY without my window,
Tapping gently at the pane,
Falls the rain.
Through the trees sighs the breeze
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