Poem by Maya Angelou

The Gamut

Soft you day, be velvet soft,
        My true love approaches,
Look you bright, you dusty sun,
        Array your golden coaches.

        Soft you wind, be soft as silk
My true love is speaking.
        Hold you birds, your silver throats,
His golden voice I'm seeking.

Come you death, in haste, do come
        My shroud of black be weaving,
Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,
        My true love is leaving. 

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2. On the Pulse of Morning
3. When You Come to Me
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5. Still I Rise

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