Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree. Way Down South in Dixie (Bruised body high in air) I asked the white Lord Jesus What was the use of prayer. Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CALL OF THE WILD by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |