The Miracle and Other Poems by Virna Sheard
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If I didn't hab yo'--reckon I'd be all alone;
(Rocky-bye--oh, rocky, rocky-bye.) Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight;-- (Shadow man is comin' from de moon,) You's as sweet as roses, if dey is so pink and white; (Shadow-man '11 get here mighty soon.) The lines in brackets are supposed to be sung or chanted. The Southern "Mammy" seldom sang a song through, but interladed it with comments.--V.S. THE FAIRY CLOCK Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day! Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play? Tell me when the sun will set--tiny globe of silver-grey. It has been so glad a world since the coming of the morn, Oft I wondered when I met any souls who seemed forlorn-- And I scarce gave heed to those who were old or travel worn. Mayhap I have loved too well the merry fleeting things; Run too lightly with the wind--chased too many shining wings; Thought too seldom of the night, and the silence that it brings. |
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