Listen to:
The Meadowlark (:55)
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
Though the winds be dank,
And the sky be
sober,
And the grieving
Day
In a mantle gray
Hath let her
waiting maiden robe her,—
All the fields
along
I can hear the
song
Of the meadow lark,
As she flits and
flutters,
And laughs at
the thunder when it mutters.
O happy bird, of
heart most gay
To sing when
skies are gray!
When the clouds are full,
And the tempest
master
Lets the loud
winds sweep
From his bosom deep
Like heralds of
some dire disaster,
Then the heart
alone
To itself makes
moan;
And the songs come slow,
While the tears
fall fleeter,
And silence than
song by far seems sweeter.
Oh, few are they
along the way
Who sing when
skies are gray!
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