Dat nigger shaved 'em off as short as wash-day-dinner graces; An' sorted ob 'em by de size, f'om little E's to basses. He strung her, tuned her, struck a jig, 'twuz "Nebber min' de wedder,". 220 She soun' like forty-lebben bands a-playin' all toged der; Some went to pattin'; some to dancin': Noah called de figgers; An' Ham he sot an' knocked de tune, de happiest ob niggers! Now, sence dat time—it's mighty strange-dere's not de slightes' showin' Ob any ha'r at all upon de 'possum's tail a-growin'; An' curi's, too, dat nigger's ways: his people nebber los' 'em Fur whar you finds de nigger-dar's de banjo an' de 'possum ! The night is spent; and as the day 230 Just as the stars are going in, See Santa Claus departing-grieving- But he must: his pass is out. 24C SIDNEY LANIER SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE1 Out of the hills of 'Habersham, All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, 10 1 From Poems of Sidney Lanier. Copyright 1884, 1891, by Mary D. Lanier, and published by Charles Scribner's Sons. The dewberry dipped for to work delay, High o'er the hills of Habersham, Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall And oft in the hills of Habersham, And oft in the valleys of Hall, The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl, And many a luminous jewel lone -Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethyst Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the beds of the valleys of Hall. 20 30 40 But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail: I am fain for to water the plain. Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls through the valleys of Hall. 50 THE MARSHES OF GLYNN1 Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, Emerald twilights, Virginal shy lights, Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of Vows, When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades 1 From Poems of Sidney Lanier. Copyright 1884, 1891, by Mary D. Lanier, and published by Charles Scribner's Sons. G |