Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Song (#3) - Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
MY heart to thy heart,
My hand to thine;
My lips to thy lips,
Kisses are wine
Brewed for the lover in sunshine and shade;
Let me drink deep, then, my African maid.
Lily to lily,
Rose unto rose;
My love to thy love
Rend not the oak and the ivy in twain,
Nor the swart maid from her swarthier swain.
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