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Poem by James Weldon Johnson


Morning, Noon and Night


When morning shows her first faint flush,
I think of the tender blush
That crept so gently to your cheek
When first my love I dared to speak;
How, in your glance, a dawning ray
Gave promise of love's perfect day.

When, in the ardent breath of noon,
The roses with passion swoon;
There steals upon me from the air
The scent that lurked within your hair;
I touch your hand, I clasp your form--
Again your lips are close and warm.

When comes the night with beauteous skies,
I think of your tear-dimmed eyes,
Their mute entreaty that I stay,
Although your lips sent me away;
And then falls memory's bitter blight,
And dark--so dark becomes the night.



James Weldon Johnson


James Weldon Johnson's other poems:
  1. The Young Warrior
  2. Ghosts of the Old Year
  3. O Black and Unknown Bards
  4. The Black Mammy
  5. The Temptress


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