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The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Tryst

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189152The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar — The TrystPaul Laurence Dunbar

THE TRYST

De night creep down erlong de lan',
  De shadders rise an' shake,
De frog is sta'tin' up his ban',
  De cricket is awake;
My wo'k is mos' nigh done, Celes',
  To-night I won't be late,
I 's hu'yin' thoo my level bes',
  Wait fu' me by de gate.

De mockin'-bird 'll sen' his glee
  A-thrillin' thoo and thoo,
I know dat ol' magnolia-tree
  Is smellin' des' fu' you;
De jessamine erside de road
  Is bloomin' rich an' white,
My hea't 's a-th'obbin' 'cause it knowed
  You 'd wait fu' me to-night.

Hit 's lonesome, ain't it, stan'in' thaih
  Wid no one nigh to talk?
But ain't dey whispahs in de aih
  Erlong de gyahden walk?
Don't somep'n kin' o' call my name,
  An' say "he love you bes'"?
Hit 's true, I wants to say de same,
  So wait fu' me, Celes'.

Sing somep'n fu' to pass de time,
  Outsing de mockin'-bird,
You got de music an' de rhyme,
  You beat him wid de word.
I 's comin' now, my wo'k is done,
  De hour has come fu' res',
I wants to fly, but only run—
  Wait fu' me, deah Celes'.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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