| James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922. |
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| Ironic: LL.D. |
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| THERE are no hollows any more | |
| Between the mountains; the prairie floor | |
| Is like a curtain with the drape | |
| Of the winds’ invisible shape; | |
| And nowhere seen and nowhere heard | 5 |
| The sea’s quiet as a sleeping bird. | |
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| Now we’re traveling, what holds back | |
| Arrival, in the very track | |
| Where the urge put forth; so we stay | |
| And move a thousand miles a day. | 10 |
| Time’s a Fancy ringing bells | |
| Whose meaning, charlatan history, tells! | |
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