The Souls of Black Folk · ¶396
What bring they ’neath the midnight, Beside the River-sea? They bring the human heart wherein No nightly calm can be; That droppeth never with the wind, Nor drieth with the dew; O calm it, God; thy calm is broad To cover spirits too. The river floweth on.Read in context ›
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
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