We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— … Continue reading We Wear the Mask-  Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Sparrow A little bird, with plumage brown, Beside my window flutters down, A moment chirps its little strain, Ten … Continue reading The Sparrow : Paul Laurence Dunbar

Thou Art My Lute Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,— My being is attuned to thee. Thou settest … Continue reading Thou Art My Lute – Paul Laurence Dunbar