Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems
Love’s Castle Key and bar, key and bar,
Iron bolt and chain!And what will you do when the King comes
Love’s Apotheosis Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.If, but in spite of time and tears,
Lover’s Lane Summah night an' sighin' breeze,
‘Long de lovah's lane;Frien'ly, shadder-mekin' trees,
Love-song If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
And softly I should falter from your side,Oh, tell me, loved one, would my memory stay,
Love Despoiled As lone I sat one summer's day,
With mien dejected, Love came by;His face distraught, his locks astray,
Love And Grief Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day,
I locked young Love and threw the key away.Grief, wandering widely, found the key,
Love A life was mine full of the close concern
Of many-voiced affairs. The world sped fast; Behind me, ever rolled a pregnant past.
Longing If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,
And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;I think I should not find the clouds so dim and gray,
‘long To’ds Night Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin'
Hits a dahky man, ‘Long to'ds night.
Long Ago De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs;I done fu'got de joy an' cheah
Lonesome Mother 's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two,
An', oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flewTo other trees to build ag'in; the rooms seem jest so bare
Liza May Little brown face full of smiles,
And a baby's guileless wiles, Liza May, Liza May.
Little Lucy Landman Oh, the day has set me dreaming
In a strange, half solemn wayOf the feelings I experienced
Lincoln Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,
And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
Limitations Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.Ef you don't, you'll fin' out sho'tly dat you's th'owed yo' fines' feelin'
Li’l’ Gal Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
Li'l' gal,An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',
L’envoi Oh, awful Power whose works repel
The marvel of the earth's designs,-I ‘ll hie me otherwhere to dwell,
Kidnaped I held my heart so far from harm,
I let it wander far and freeIn mead and mart, without alarm,
Keep A-pluggin’ Away I ‘ve a humble little motto
That is homely, though it 's true,- Keep a-pluggin' away.
Keep A Song Up On De Way Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy
An' de rain is mighty thick; Keep a song up on de way.
Just Whistle A Bit Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
And the sky be overcast:If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
Johnny Speaks The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow,
His face is kind and his voice is mellow,But he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
Joggin’ Erlong De da'kest hour, dey allus say,
Is des' befo' de dawn,But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin'
Jilted Lucy done gone back on me,
Dat's de way wif life.Evaht'ing was movin' free,
Jealous Hyeah come Caesar Higgins,
Don't he think he 's fine?Look at dem new riggin's
James Whitcomb Riley (From a Westerner's Point of View.)
Itching Heels Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down;
Don' fiddle dat chune no mo'.Don' you see how dat melody stuhs me up
Invitation To Love Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or when the moon is mellow;Come when the sun his golden bars
Inspiration At the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,But the Angel, calm and cold,
In The Tents Of Akbar In the tents of Akbar
Are dole and grief to-day,For the flower of all the Indies
In The Morning ‘Lias! ‘Lias! Bless de Lawd!
Don' you know de day's erbroad?Ef you don' git up, you scamp,
In Summer Time When summer time has come, and all
The world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each sense
In Summer Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
In May Oh to have you in May,
To talk with you under the trees,Dreaming throughout the day,
In August When August days are hot an' dry,
When burning copper is the sky,I ‘d rather fish than feast or fly
In An English Garden In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day
Heart-charmed with all the beauty of the scene: The rich, luxuriant grasses' cooling green,
If If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;If day had not a beam, my Love,
Hymn (ii) O li'l' lamb out in de col',
De Mastah call you to de fol', O li'l' lamb!
Hymn When storms arise
And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower,
Hunting Song Tek a cool night, good an' cleah,
Skiff o' snow upon de groun'; Jes' 'bout fall-time o' de yeah
Howdy, Honey, Howdy! Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo,
Ol' folks drowsin' ‘roun' de place, wide awake is Lou,W'en I tap, she answeh, an' I see huh ‘mence to grin,
How Shall I Woo Thee How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own?
Say in what tongue shall I tell of my love.I who was fearless so timid have grown,
How Lucy Backslid De times is mighty stirrin' ‘mong de people up ouah way,
Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
Hope De dog go howlin' ‘long de road,
De night come shiverin' down;My back is tiahed of its load,
Her Thought And His The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky,
A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye.The gleam on the waves and the light on the land,
He Had His Dream He had his dream, and all through life,
Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore'er before his eyes,
Harriet Beecher Stowe She told the story, and the whole world wept
At wrongs and cruelties it had not known But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
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;
Good-night The lark is silent in his nest,
The breeze is sighing in its flight,Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.
Total 522 poems written by Paul Laurence Dunbar