Paul Laurence Dunbar Summer Poems

The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
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'Tis fine to play
In the fragrant hay,
And romp on the golden load;
To ride old Jack
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THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies
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Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
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It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin'
Kinder don't-keer-like aroun'
An' fur off the warm air dances
O'er the parchin' roofs in town.
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When summer time has come, and all
The world is in the magic thrall
Of perfumed airs that lull each sense
To fits of drowsy indolence;
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DIS is gospel weathah sho' —
Hills is sawt o' hazy.
Meddahs level ez a flo'
Callin' to de lazy.
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