Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

DO' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin'
thoo,
Ol' folks drowsin' 'roun' de place,
wide awake is Lou,
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'Break me my bounds, and let me fly
To regions vast of boundless sky;
Nor I, like piteous Daphne, be
Root-bound. Ah, no! I would be free
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October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
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I know a little country place
Where still my heart doth linger,
And o'er its fields is every grace
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A lilt and a swing,
And a ditty to sing,
Or ever the night grow old;
The wine is within,
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AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT.'

Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
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THE YOUNG MASTER ASKS FOR A STORY

Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile,
You 's enough to dribe me wile.
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ON the wide veranda white,
In the purple failing light,
Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;
And his dreamy thoughts are drowned
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Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane,
Treat me nice.
Dough my love has tu'ned my brain,
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'Twas the apple that in Eden
Caused our father's primal fall;
And the Trojan War, remember --
'Twas an apple caused it all.
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