Sun am des a golden ball A-sinkin' in a west. De bullfrog am a-singin' to De one he love de best; An' a daylight am a-gwine home To take a li'l rest-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! Li'l clouds am runnin' kase Da mammy tol' dem to; Whippo' will am chunin' up A song fo' me an' yo, An' a sky am feelin' happy kase De stars am peepin' frew-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! Wind am makin' music fo' De trees up on a hill; Owls am dess a-wakin' up Down yander by de mill; Shadows comin' roun' to see Ef yo' is keepin' still-- Sing a low, mah black-eye ras'al! Sing a low! Sing a low! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PITY OF IT by THOMAS HARDY AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY OUR STATE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |