Evening

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Title:     Evening
Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar [More Titles by Dunbar]

The moon begins her stately ride
Across the summer sky;
The happy wavelets lash the shore,--
The tide is rising high.

Beneath some friendly blade of grass
The lazy beetle cowers;
The coffers of the air are filled
With offerings from the flowers.

And slowly buzzing o'er my head
A swallow wings her flight;
I hear the weary plowman sing
As falls the restful night.

[The end]
Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem: Evening

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