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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Summer`s Night
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THE night is dewy as a maiden`s mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden`s eyes,
Soft as a maiden`s breath the wind that flies
Up from the perfumed bosom of the South.
Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;
And hither hastening, like rakes that roam,
With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,
The fireflies come stagg`ring down the dark.
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