Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems
|401.||A Lazy Day||4/2/2010|
|403.||A Sailor's Song||4/2/2010|
|404.||A Lost Dream||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|
|414.||Ships That Pass In The Night||1/1/2004|
|415.||Little Brown Baby||1/1/2004|
|418.||If I Could But Forget||1/3/2003|
|419.||Summer In The South||1/3/2003|
|422.||A Golden Day||12/31/2002|
|424.||We Wear The Mask||1/20/2003|
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
"'Tis morning, 'tis ...
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?