Candlelight
Ah sets mah cannle in de winder-paneTo sen' des a streak down Brambly Lane,En Ah says: "It's mighty littleFo' a dark, cole night,But, mebby dey's somebody 'thout enny light!"
Seem lak a voice keep callin' once mo',En Ah holes mah rabbit foot, en open de do' . . .Des ole Hoot-Owl axin' "Who? Who?"'En Ah sez, "Nobody'Cep' on'y me en you!"
Ah ain't argufyin' wid a bird lak him,But shadders is black en de light blows dims . . .(Cannles at de Big HouseLookin'-glass'n hall,Ole Miss' sweet faceSmilin' at we-all. . . .)
Shadders leanin' closer, en dat bird axin' "Who?"Seem lak he know mo'n what Ah think he do,'Cause, settin' in mah cannlelight,At de end o' yeah,Ah ain't feelin' suah Ah isDe onies' one dat's heah.
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