Dark an' stormy may come de wedder; I jines dis he-male an' dis she-male togedder. Let none, but Him dat makes de thunder, Put dis he-male an' dis she-male asunder. I darfore 'nounce you bofe de same. Be good, go 'long, an' keep up yo' name. De broomstick's jumped, de worl's not wide. She's now yo' own. Salute yo' bride! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |