"Song" by Herbert Woodward Martin
 

Title

Song

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Multimedia

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Description

Herb Martin reading the poem The Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Text

My heart to thy heart,
My hand to thine;
My lips to thy lips,
Kisses are wine
Brewed for the lover in sunshine and shade,
Let me drink deep then, my African maid.

Lily to lily,
Rose unto rose;
My love to thy love
Tenderly grows.
Rend not the oak and the ivy in twain,
Nor the swart maid from her swarthier swain.


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