Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the...

'Twas the apple that in Eden
Caused our father's primal fall;
And the Trojan War, remember--
...

Underneath the autumn sky,
Haltingly, the lines go by.
Ah, would steps were blithe and gay, ...

Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,
And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;
...

'Tis fine to play
In the fragrant hay,
And romp on the golden load;
To ride old Jack
To the...

These are the days of elfs and fays:
Who says that with the dreams of myth,
These imps and el...

Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
In the fragrant vernal days
Is the Lily of the Valley
With ...