Till storm and doubt and past no more shall be! We shall chant low our sweet connubial song, Then, let the past bring up its tales of wrong Spread thy strong wings above the wind-swept sea.īeat the grim breeze with thy unruffled breast I fly I search, but, love, in gloom I grope.įly home, far bird, unto thy waiting nest I might fly forth and see thee face to face. Would that o'er all the intervening space, One cry has dulled mine ears, mine eyes are blind,. It is not length of life that grief doth crave,Īnd with its stress no more may strive or cope. The threatening sky and the relentless wave. In warning course across the darkening green,Īnd, like a frightened bird, my heart doth cryĪnd seek to find some rock of rest between There is no potent Master's voice to still Hither and thither at the wild waves' will. Where, like a ship, unruddered, it is tost Is lost in passion's wide and shoreless sea, Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee No garb conventional but I 'll attack it. What is the chief who shall my garments plan? Like the rise and fall of a sliding keel?įor the ship 's my wife, and the breath of lifeĪccepted rules to me disclose no treasure: Ho! for the plains where the dolphins play,Īnd a fight at night with the wild sea-spriteĪnd, pray, what joy can the landsman feel The sun flashing down on a gray-white sailĭeath's way will be plain when we fathom the main, The touch of the spray on my burning face, Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong While the shining green of the young blades leanīut the song he sings is a chant for kingsįrom an o'erfull heart, without aim or art With the rest from strife and the heat of life, There my heart will be glad for the pain I have known,įor my hand will be clasped in the hand of mine own Īnd though life has been hard and death's pathway been dark,Īnd a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue, Where the rain shall not grieve thro' the leaves of the tree, On the high hills of heaven, some morning to be, I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark. I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry Īnd though, like the rain-drops, I grieved through the dark, Softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves.īut when the first hue of dawn tints the sky, I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.ĭeep in the midnight the rain whips the leaves, Life is the night with its dream-visions teeming,ĭown thro' the dales and the bowers of loving,ĭaytime or night-time, I constantly roving,-Ĭhasing the troubles that fret and annoy ĭarkness for sighing and daylight for song,-Ĭheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong.Īll the night through, though I moan in the dark, Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming Love me, and let my life take up thine own,Ĭome, sit, my queen, for in my heart a throne That twain go up, of love, who 've loved their fill,. Then hand and hand we shall pass up the hill, Oh, spite of pains and griefs and cares and fears, Thy passion's warmth shall make for me, meanwhile,Īnd when the days have lengthened into years, Love me, and though the winter snow shall pile, I shall not e'en complain, for then my skies Love me-albeit grief shall dim mine eyes, African American Poetry (1870-1927) : A Digital Anthology Main Menu Full Text Collection: Books Published by African American Poets, 1870-1927 Author Pages: Bios and Full Text Collections Areas of Interest: Topics and Themes The Beginnings of the Harlem Renaissance: Overview and Timeline of Key Events Black Poetry Before the Harlem Renaissance: Overview and Timeline Periodicals: African American Poetry Published in Magazines African American Poetry: Anthologies of the 1920s Exploring Datasets related to African American poetry About This Site: Origins and a Mission Statement Further Reading / Works Cited Amardeep Singh c185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1 Paul Laurence Dunbar, "Lyrics of the Hearthside" (Full text) (1904) 1 T09:56:26-05:00 Amardeep Singh c185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1 213 1 plain T09:56:26-05:00 Amardeep Singh c185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1 LOVE'S APOTHEOSIS Please enable Javascript and reload the page. This site requires Javascript to be turned on.
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