James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

Venus in a Garden

'Twas at early morning,
The dawn was blushing in her purple bed,
When in a sweet, embowered garden
She, the fairest of the goddesses,
The lovely Venus,
Roamed amongst the roses white and red.
She sought for flowers
To make a garland
For her golden head.

Snow-white roses, blood-red roses,
In that sweet garden close,
Offered incense to the goddess:
Both the white and the crimson rose.

White roses, red roses, blossoming:
But the fair Venus knew
The crimson roses had gained their hue
From the hearts that for love had bled;
And the goddess made a garland
Gathered from the roses red.

1. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
2. A Plantation Bacchanal
3. Fifty Years
4. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
5. O Southland!

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