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• Night in Camp

  Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead
  Gaunt maples lift arms against the night;
  The stars are sobbing,—sorrow-shaken, white, …

  Herbert Bashford

• Morning in Camp

  A Bed of ashes and a half-burned brand
  Now mark the spot where last night’s campfire sprung
  And licked the dark with slender, scarlet tongue; …

  Herbert Bashford

• For Decoration Day

  I
  1861–1865
  but do we truly mourn our soldier dead, …

  Rupert Hughes

• A Corn-Song

  On the wide veranda white,
  In the purple failing light,
  Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning; …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• Harriet Beecher Stowe

  She told the story, and the whole world wept
  At wrongs and cruelties it had not known
  But for this fearless woman’s voice alone. …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• On the Road

  I’ S boun’ to see my gal to-night—
  Oh, lone de way, my dearie!
  De moon ain’t out, de stars ain’t bright— …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• A Death Song

  Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
  Whah de branch ’ll go a-singin’ as it pass.
  An’ w’en I ’s a-layin’ low, …

  Paul Laurence Dunbar

• Sunrise in the Hills of Satsuma

  The Day unfolds like a lotus bloom,
  Pink at the tip and gold at the core,
  Rising up swiftly through waters of gloom …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• Flying Fish

  Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea
  Merge in a mist of sheen,
  There started a vision of silver things, …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• Miyoko San

  Snare me the soul of a dragon-fly,
  The jewelled heart of a dew-tipped spray,
  A star’s quick eye, …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• A Drifting Petal

  If I, athirst by a stream, should kneel
  With never a blossom or bud in sight,
  Till down on the theme of its liquid night …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• Yuki

  When cherry flowers begin to blow
  With Yuki’s face beneath them,
  The richest petals lose their glow, …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• Morning Fancy

  O Let me die a-singing!
  O let me drown in light!
  Another day is winging …

  Mary McNeil Fenollosa

• War

  The Great Republic goes to war,
  But spring still comes as spring has done,
  And all the summer months will run …

  Grace Ellery Channing-Stetson

• Judgment

  A Dead soul lay in the light of day,
  Desperate, wan, it had passed;
  Oft foiled, it had toiled on its upward way, …

  Grace Ellery Channing-Stetson

• A Song of Arno

  It is the hour when Arno turns
  Her gold to chrysoprase;
  When each low-hanging star outburns …

  Grace Ellery Channing-Stetson

• When the Great Gray Ships Come In

  To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o’er mapless miles of sea,
  On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free,
  And the furthermost isles make answer, harbor, and height, and hill, …

  Guy Wetmore Carryl

• The Sycophantic Fox and the Gullible Raven

  A Raven sat upon a tree,
  And not a word he spoke, for
  His beak contained a piece of Brie, …

  Guy Wetmore Carryl

• A Moral in Sevres

  Upon my mantel-piece they stand,
  While all its length between them lies;
  He throws a kiss with graceful hand, …

  Mildred Howells

• Down a Woodland Way

  As I was strolling down a woodland way,
  I met fair Spring, a garland on her arm;
  She stood a moment gazing in dismay, …

  Mildred Howells

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