Miscellaneous Poems
Poor Withered Rose—A Song
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
"Poor withered rose, she gave it me,"
"Poor withered rose, she gave it me,"
THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
The speaker talks of her homesickness.
A rhyme that serves to tell children to behave through the song of a bird.
"Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind,"
"Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,"
"Seen my lady home las’ night,"
"These are the days of elfs and fays:"
"Hit ’s been drizzlin’ an’ been sprinklin’,"
"Dear heart, good–night!"
The wind off the Florida Shore touches every part of the landscape.
"Dis is gospel weathah sho’—"
A robin has a meal under an orange-tree.
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
I sit upon the old sea wall,
'Tis said that when, The hands of men, Tamed this primeval wood,
"Tim Murphy’s gon’ walkin’ wid Maggie O’Neill,"
"Grass commence a–comin’"
"My soul, lost in the music’s mist,"
A poem of thanks.
"Summah night an’ sighin’ breeze,"
"No matter what you call it, Whether genius, or art,"
"Gray is the palace where she dwells,"
Hecate meets with the witches, who make further plans for the manipulation of Macbeth.
The Mock Turtle and Gryphon demonstrate a dance for Alice. As the Mock Turtle finishes his song, Alice is whisked away.