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A Farm House by the River

I know a little country place

Where still my heart doth linger,

And o'er its fields is every grace

Lined out by memory's finger.

Back from the lane where poplars grew

And aspens quake and quiver,

There stands all bath'd in summer's glow

A farm house by the river.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Old

I have seen peoples come and go

Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;

I have seen kingdoms rise and fall

Like springtime shadows on a wall.

I have seen houses rendered great

That grew from life's debased estate,

And all, all, all is change I see,

So, dearest God, take me, take me.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Common Things

I like to hear of wealth and gold,

And El Doradoes in their glory;

I like for silks and satins bold

To sweep and rustle through a story.

The nightingale is sweet of song;

The rare exotic smells divinely;

And knightly men who stride along,

The role heroic carry finely.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Love Song

Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night,

A long, loud cry to the empty sky,

The cry of a man alone in the desert,

With hands uplifted, with parching lips,

Oh, rescue me, rescue me,

Thy form to mine arms,

The dew of thy lips to my mouth,

Dost thou hear me?--my call thro' the night?

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Little Brown Baby

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,

Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.

What you been doin', suh — makin' san' pies?

Look at dat bib — you's es du'ty ez me.

Look at dat mouf — dat's merlasses, I bet;

Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.

Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,

Bein' so sticky an sweet — goodness lan's!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Confirmation

He was a poet who wrote clever verses,

And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;

But his father, a practical farmer, accused him

Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.

He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening,

As pretty a maiden as ever man faced,

And there he confirmed the old man's accusation

By letting the strength of his arm go to waist.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Douglass

Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days,

Such days as thou, not even thou didst know,

When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago

Saw, salient, at the cross of devious ways,

And all the country heard thee with amaze.

Not ended then, the passionate ebb and flow,

The awful tide that battled to and fro;

We ride amid a tempest of dispraise.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

If I Could But Forget

If I could but forget

The fullness of those first sweet days,

When you burst sun-like thro' the haze

Of unacquaintance, on my sight,

And made the wet, gray day seem bright

While clouds themselves grew fair to see.

And since, no day is gray or wet

But all the scene comes back to me,

Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Choice

They please me not— these solemn songs

That hint of sermons covered up.

'T is true the world should heed its wrongs,

But in a poem let me sup,

Not simples brewed to cure or ease

Humanity's confessed disease,

But the spirit-wine of a singing line,

Or a dew-drop in a honey cup!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Theology

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?

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Hymn

WHEN storms arise

And dark'ning skies

About me threat'ning lower,

To thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes,

To thee my tortured spirit flies

For solace in that hour.

Thy mighty arm

Will let no harm

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Signs of the Times

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,

Frost a-comin' in de night,

Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',

Possum keepin' out o' sight.

Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,

Nary a step so proud ez his;

Keep on struttin', Mistah Tu'key,

Yo' do' know whut time it is.

Paul Laurence Dunbar