THE night's blind-black, an' I 'low the stars's All skeered at that-air dog's bowwows! I sensed the woods-road, clumb the bars, An' arrove here, tromplin' over cows. The mist hangs thick enough to cut, But there's her light a-glimmerin' through The mornin'-glories, twisted shut -- An' shorely there's her shadder too! @3Ho! hit's good night, My Beauty-Bright! The moon cain't match your can'le-light -- Your can'le-light with you cain't shine, Lau-ree! Lady-love! tiptoe-fine!@1 Oomh! how them roses soaks the air! -- Thess drenched with mist an' renched with dew! They's a smell o' plums, too, 'round somewhere -- An' I kin smell ripe apples, too. Mix all them sweet things into one, -- Yer roses, fruit, an' flower an' vine, Yit I'll say, "No, I don't choose none, Ef I kin git that gal of mine!" @3Ho! hit's good night, My Beauty-Bright! Primp a while, an' blow out the light -- Putt me in your prayers, an' then I'll be twic't as good-again!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOW-DOWN WHITE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR |