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oking, And her charming well-bred ways:-- When his own black arm was brawny-- Swift the step that now is slow-- When he stole the heart of Dinah, In the happy long ago. What care they for big corn shuckings?-- Negroes versed in modern lore-- "What a fool is poor old Isham Dozing by his cabin door!" Ah! I know why Isham's dreaming Where the gourd-vines twine and grow; He is living still with Dinah, In the happy long ago! THE OLD DRINKING GOURD A deep alcove where clambering vine Enfashioned wreathes of green festoon, Where through the long, long afternoon No ray of summer's sultry shine E'er kissed the rustic grape-vine swing: High up the purpling muscadine Clung close to where the waters poured, And he saw the glint of the redbird's wing In the crystal wave of the mossy spring, As she stooped for the Old Drinking Gourd. The odor tint of elder bloom The zephyrs wafted through the spray Was fresh as dew at dawn of day, Caught in the geometric loom, Arachne plies with subtle hand: A pigeon bathed his snowy plume, A fading speck the vulture soared; And a tide swept in across the sand As they stood on the brink of the golden strand And drank from the Old Drinking Gourd. * * * * * A palace wrought of art sublime Where antique paintings haunt the walls, And gilded foot as silent falls In depths of plush, as flight of time, And liquid music softer blows Than Hymen's mellow golden chime: They plighted troth beneath the sword Of the knight that wore the blood red rose; But they drank of the cup that never flows From the bowl of the Old Drinking Gourd. Now sunset spills his scarlet dyes Through fleecy rifts of snowy cloud, And night puts on her ebon shroud, And stars look out of wintry skies: Still spacious halls with revels ring Where chivalry with beauty vies, And red-wine flows at festive board. But oh! for the cove where the redbirds sing By the crystal wave of the mossy spring, And a draught from the Old Drinking Gourd. A SPOOL OF SILK SOLITUDE To live alone where man nor beast e'er stood, Ten-thousand miles beyond the site of home; To wal
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