Poems by James Weldon Johnson
A Mid-Day Dreamer
... My galley-slaves are sprightly elves ...
Vashti
... And there the days dreamed in their flight, each one a poem chanted through, ...
The White Witch
... Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs, ...
The Temptress
... You tempt me with two crimson lips curved in a smile ...
The Seasons
... Mek it hard to tell which time o' year am bes' ...
Before a Painting
... There falls the aureate glory filtered through ...
The Reward
... That those who some day gather 'round my grave, ...
Down By the Carib Sea
... Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray, ...
From The Spanish Of Placido
... Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name, ...
The Prodigal Son
... When evry young man looks out from his fathers house, ...
