I was angry with my foe: I shared his mess, For he had hardships seen, I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I a wanderer been; He was my bosom friend, and I was his. And I waterd it in fears, And as, methinks, shall all, Both great and small, Night & morning with my tears: That ever lived on earth, Early or late their birth, And I sunned it with smiles, Stranger and foe, one day each other know. And with soft deceitful wiles. Invitation to Love And it grew both day and night. By: Paul Laurence Dunbar Till it bore an apple bright. Come when the nights are bright with stars And my foe beheld it shine, Or when the moon is mellow; And he knew that it was mine. Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow. And into my garden stole, Come in the twilight soft and gray, When the night had veild the pole; Come in the night or come in the day, In the morning glad I see; Come, O love, whene’er you may, My foe outstretched beneath the tree. And you are welcome, welcome. I Knew a Man By Sight You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, By: Henry David Thoreau You are soft as the nesting dove. I knew a man by sight, Come to my heart and bring it rest A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, As the bird flies home to its welcome nest. Had daily passed my door, Yet converse none had had with him. Come when my heart is full of grief I met him in a lane, Him and his cane, Or when my heart is merry; About three miles from home, Where I had chanced to roam, Come with the falling of the leaf And volumes stared at him, and he at me. Or with the redd’ning cherry. In a more distant place Come when the year’s first blossom blows, I glimpsed his face, And bowed instinctively; Come when the summer gleams and glows, Starting he bowed to me, Come with the winter’s drifting snows, Bowed simultaneously, and passed along. And you are welcome, welcome. Next, in a foreign land I grasped his hand, And had a social chat, About this thing and that, As I had known him well a thousand years. Late in a wilderness
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree. I Knew a Man By Sight By: Henry David Thoreau I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door, Yet converse none had had with him. I met him in a lane, Him and his cane, About three miles from home, Where I had chanced to roam, And volumes stared at him, and he at me. In a more distant place I glimpsed his face, And bowed instinctively; Starting he bowed to me, Bowed simultaneously, and passed along. Next, in a foreign land I grasped his hand, And had a social chat, About this thing and that, As I had known him well a thousand years. Late in a wilderness I shared his mess, For he had hardships seen, And I a wanderer been; He was my bosom friend, and I was his. And as, methinks, shall all, Both great and small, That ever lived on earth, Early or late their birth, Stranger and foe, one day each other know. Invitation to Love By: Paul Laurence Dunbar Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow; Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow. Come in the twilight soft and gray, Come in the night or come in the day, Come, O love, whene’er you may, And you are welcome, welcome. You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, You are soft as the nesting dove. Come to my heart and bring it rest As the bird flies home to its welcome nest. Come when my heart is full of grief Or when my heart is merry; Come with the falling of the leaf Or with the redd’ning cherry. Come when the year’s first blossom blows, Come when the summer gleams and glows, Come with the winter’s drifting snows, And you are welcome, welcome.
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