James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

Morning, Noon and Night

When morning shows her first faint flush,
I think of the tender blush
That crept so gently to your cheek
When first my love I dared to speak;
How, in your glance, a dawning ray
Gave promise of love's perfect day.

When, in the ardent breath of noon,
The roses with passion swoon;
There steals upon me from the air
The scent that lurked within your hair;
I touch your hand, I clasp your form--
Again your lips are close and warm.

When comes the night with beauteous skies,
I think of your tear-dimmed eyes,
Their mute entreaty that I stay,
Although your lips sent me away;
And then falls memory's bitter blight,
And dark--so dark becomes the night.

1. The Color Sergeant
2. Answer to Prayer
3. Down by the Carib Sea. 1. Sunrise in the Tropics
4. Down by the Carib Sea. 6. Sunset in the Tropics
5. Down by the Carib Sea. 4. The Lottery Girl

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