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, I kin hyeah it as it go Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'." Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool, An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool, Whah de little birds in spring Ust to come an' drink an' sing, An' de chillen waded on dey way to school. Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road; Fu' I t'ink de las' long res' Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes' Ef I 's layin' 'mong de t'ings I 's allus knowed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ROUTE MARCH by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN REFERENCE TO HER CHILDREN, 23 JUNE, 1659 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 2. STRUGGLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE VOICE OF AUTUMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |