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When Malindy sings / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
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- Title
- When Malindy sings / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
- Author
- Dunbar, Paul Laurence, 1872-1906
- Publication
- New York, N.Y.: Dodd, Mead and Co.
- 1903
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"When Malindy sings / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD9541.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2025.
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DE night creep down erlong de lan', De shadders rise an' shake, De frog is sta'tin' up his ban', De cricket is awake; My wo'k is mos' nigh done, Celes', To-night I won't be late, I's hu'yin' thoo my level bes', Wait fu' me by de gate.
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De mockin'-bird'll sen' his glee A-thrillin' thoo and thoo,I know dat ol' magnolia-tree Is smellin' des' fu' you; De jessamine erside de road Is bloomin' rich an' white, My hea't's a-th'obbin' 'cause it knowed You'd wait fu' me to-night.
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Hit's lonesome, ain't it, stan'in' thaih Wid no one nigh to talk? But ain't dey whispahs in de aih Erlong de gyahden walk? Don't somep'n kin' o' call my name, An' say "he love you bes'"?Hit's true, I wants to say de same, So wait fu' me, Celes'.
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Sing somep'n fu' to pass de time, Outsing de mockin'-bird, You got de music an' de rhyme,You beat him wid de word. I's comin' now, my wo'k is done, De hour has come fu' res', I wants to fly, but only run— Wait fu' me, deah Celes'.