Treasure Island

Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

A Song (#3)


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
Tenderly grows.
Rend not the oak and the ivy in twain,
Nor the swart maid from her swarthier swain.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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