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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Evening
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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.
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