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How soft the moonlight of my South!
How sweet the South in soft moonlight!
I want to kiss her warm, sweet mouth
As she lies sleeping here tonight.
How sweet the South in soft moonlight!
I want to kiss her warm, sweet mouth
As she lies sleeping here tonight.
How still! I do not hear a mouse.
I see some bursting buds appear;
I hear God in his garden,—hear
Him trim some flowers for His house.
I see some bursting buds appear;
I hear God in his garden,—hear
Him trim some flowers for His house.
I hear some singing stars; the mouth
Of my vast river sings and sings,
And pipes on reeds of pleasant things,—
Of splendid promise for my South:
Of my vast river sings and sings,
And pipes on reeds of pleasant things,—
Of splendid promise for my South:
My great South-woman, soon to rise
And tiptoe up and loose her hair;
Tiptoe, and take from out the skies
God's stars and glorious moon to wear!
And tiptoe up and loose her hair;
Tiptoe, and take from out the skies
God's stars and glorious moon to wear!
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