Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems
|402.||A Sailor's Song||4/2/2010|
|403.||A Lost Dream||4/2/2010|
|404.||A Lazy Day||4/2/2010|
|406.||In The Morning||4/2/2010|
|408.||A Death Song||4/2/2010|
|410.||A Negro Love Song||1/1/2004|
|411.||When Malindy Sings||1/20/2003|
|415.||Ships That Pass In The Night||1/1/2004|
|416.||Little Brown Baby||1/1/2004|
|418.||If I Could But Forget||1/3/2003|
|420.||Summer In The South||1/3/2003|
|422.||A Golden Day||12/31/2002|
|424.||We Wear The Mask||1/20/2003|
It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.
To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.
This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,...
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray
If there were not, where would my neighbours go?