Song

    MY heart to thy heart,

        My hand to thine;

    My lip to thy lips,

        Kisses are wine

Brewed for the lover in sunshine and shade;

Let me drink deep, then, my African maid.

    Lily to lily,

        Rose unto rose;

    My love to thy love

        Tenderly grows.

Rend not the oak and the ivy in twain,

Nor the swart maid from her swarthier swain.

Paul Laurence Dunbar