Poem by James Weldon Johnson

The Awakening

I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.
Beneath the sunshine and the show'r
I grew and waited there apart,
Gathering perfume hour by hour,
And storing it within my heart,
  Yet, never knew,
Just why I waited there and grew.

I dreamed that you were a bee
That one day gaily flew along,
You came across the hedge to me,
And sang a soft, love-burdened song.
You brushed my petals with a kiss,
I woke to gladness with a start,
And yielded up to you in bliss
The treasured fragrance of my heart;
  And then I knew
That I had waited there for you.

1. A Plantation Bacchanal
2. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
3. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
4. Answer to Prayer
5. Tunk

Edgar Masters The Awakening ("When you lie sleeping; golden hair")

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