To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me-- That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening ... A tall, slim tree ... Night coming tenderly Black like me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |