The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard song—
A cock-a-doodle bray,
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(A song to be syncopated as you please)
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When I see a young tree
In its white beginning,
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The gleaming head of one fine friend
Is bent above my little song,
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In which he is remembered in similitude, by reference to Yorick,
the king’s jester, who died when Hamlet and Ophelia were children.
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Your pen needs but a ruffle
To be Pavlova whirling.
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Would that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.
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(A Poem Game.)
“And when the Queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon, . . .
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Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk—
Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:
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Girl with the burning golden eyes,
And red-bird song, and snowy throat:
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Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),
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The moon is but a golden skull,
She mounts the heavens now,
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The Moon’s a snowball. See the drifts
Of white that cross the sphere.
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This doll upon the topmost bough,
This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress,
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In fairyland the little boys
Would rather fight than eat their meals.
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“What Mister Moon Said to Me.”
Come, eat the bread of idleness,
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(To be sung by a leader and chorus, the leader singing
the body of the poem, while the chorus interrupts with
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A Negro Sermon.
(To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.)
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The Hope of the Resurrection
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We find your soft Utopias as white
As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells,
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Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
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The moon’s a peck of corn. It lies
Heaped up for me to eat.
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The mouse that gnawed the oak-tree down
Began his task in early life.
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“Why do you seek the sun,
In your Bubble-Crown ascending?
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Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
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"There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
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The moon is but a candle-glow
That flickers thro’ the gloom:
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The dim-winged spirits of the night
Do fear and serve me well.
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The moon’s a holy owl-queen.
She keeps them in a jar
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Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
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