Paul Laurence Dunbar (Пол Лоренс Данбар)

Retort

  "Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart,
  "Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
    To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
  By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
    And my heart was in sore distress.

  Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair,
  The light gleamed soft on her raven hair;
    And her lips were blooming a rosy red.
  Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
    "Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"

1. Song of Summer
2. Ere Sleep Comes down to Soothe the Weary Eyes
3. Not They Who Soar
4. Ode for Memorial Day
5. The Rising of the Storm

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