460. Winter Song OH, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,
And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;For softly and merrily now there come playing,
461. Growin' Gray HELLO, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray,
An' it beats ole Ned to see the way'At the crow's feet's a-getherin' aroun' yore eyes;
462. L'Envoi Oh, awful Power whose works repel
The marvel of the earth's designs,--I 'll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
463. A Sailor's Song Oh for the breath of the briny deep,
And the tug of the bellying sail,
With the sea-gull's cry across the sky
464. What's The Use WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'
When the way's a little rough?
Frowns lay out the road fur smilin'
465. At Candle-Lightin' Time When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day,
It 's amazin' nice to fin' my suppah all erpon de way;
An' it 's nice to smell de coffee bubblin' ovah in de pot,
466. Toast To Dayton Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
Changeless still, though fate and fashion
467. Twell De Night Is Pas' ALL de night long twell de moon goes down,
Lovin' I set at huh feet,
Den fu' de long jou'ney back f'om de town,
474. A Poem Of Faith I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark,
Yet after while the light will come,
475. A Hymn AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.'
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
476. Fulfillment I GREW a rose once more to please mine eyes.
All things to aid it â?? dew, sun, wind, fair skies â??
Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,
477. Black Sampson Of Brandywine 'In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with
a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks....' C. M. Skinner's
'_Myths and Legends of Our Own Land_.'
478. An Easy Goin' Feller Ther' ain't no use in all this strife,
An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life.
I don't believe in goin' too fast
479. Life's Tragedy 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,
480. A Song (#2) THOU art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou art the breath of the rose.
But the summer is fled
481. A Song (#1) ON a summer's day as I sat by a stream,
A dainty maid came by,
And she blessed my sight like a rosy dream,
482. Booker T. Washington The word is writ that he who runs may read.
What is the passing breath of earthly fame?
But to snatch glory from the hands of blame--
484. At Lofting-Holt SINCE I left the city's heat
For this sylvan, cool retreat,
High upon the hill-side here
485. Dream Song I Long years ago, within a distant clime,
Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime,
I dreamed of one to make my life's calm May
486. When A Feller's Itching To Be Spanked W'EN us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
Gramma says, 'There's certain times comes to little boys
W'en they need a shingle or the soft side of a plank;'
487. A Winter's Day Across the hills and down the narrow ways,
And up the valley where the free winds sweep,
The earth is folded in an ermined sleep
488. Foolin' Wid De Seasons Seems lak folks is mighty curus
In de way dey t'inks an' ac's.
Dey jes' spen's dey days a-mixin'
489. Howdy, Honey, Howdy DO' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin'
Ol' folks drowsin' 'roun' de place,
490. Love's Castle Key and bar, key and bar,
Iron bolt and chain!
And what will you do when the King comes
491. The Monk's Walk In this sombre garden close
What has come and passed, who knows?
What red passion, what white pain
493. The Lawyers' Ways I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
In the court house up the street,
An' I've come to the conclusion
494. Dreamin' Town COME away to dreamin' town,
Mandy Lou, Mandy Lou,
Whaih de skies don' nevah frown,
495. Lover's Lane Summah night an' sighin' breeze,
'Long de lovah's lane;
Frien'ly, shadder-mekin' trees,
496. De Way T'Ings Come De way t'ings come, hit seems to me,
Is des' one monst'ous mystery;
De way hit seem to strike a man,
497. The Making Up Little Miss Margaret sits in a pout,
She and her Dolly have just fallen out.
498. Keep A-Pluggin' Away I'VE a humble little motto
That is homely, though it's true, â??
Keep a-pluggin' away.
499. De Critters' Dance Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall,
'Bout de time dat all de critters gin dey fancy ball?
Some folks tell it in a sto'y, some folks sing de rhyme,
500. To J.Q. WHAT are the things that make life bright?
A star gleam in the night.
What hearts us for the coming fray?
Total 513 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Dome Of Sunday by Karl Shapiro
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
And through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air
Sees down the street,
And in the camera of my eye depicts
Row-houses and row-lives:
Glass after glass, door after door the same,
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