OUT in de night a sad bird moans, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely; Times I kin sing, but mos' I groans, Fu' oh, but hit 's moughty lonely! Is you sleepin' well dis evenin', Marfy, deah? W'en I calls you f'om de cabin, kin you hyeah? 'T ain't de same ol' place to me, Nuffin' 's lak hit used to be, W'en I knowed dat you was allus some'ers near. Down by de road de shadders grows, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely; Seem lak de ve'y moonlight knows, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely! Does you know, I 's cryin' fu' you, oh, my wife? Does you know dey ain't no joy no mo' in life? An' my only t'ought is dis, Dat I's honin' fu' de bliss Fu' to quit dis groun' o' worriment an' strife. Dah on de baid my banjo lays, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely; Can't even sta't a chune o' praise, An', oh, but hit 's moughty lonely; Oh, hit's moughty slow a-waitin' hyeah below. Is you watchin' fu' me, Marfy, at de do'? Ef you is, in spite o' sin, Dey 'll be sho' to let me in, W'en dey sees yo' face a-shinin', den dey 'll know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE THE INTREPID MARINER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RECOLLECTIONS OF SOLITUDE; AN ELEGY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |