African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Gwendolyn B. Bennett, "Your Songs"


When first you sang a song to me
With laughter shining from your eyes,
You trolled your music liltingly
With cadences of glad surprise.
In after years I heard you croon
In measures delicately slow
Of trees turned silver by the moon
And nocturnes sprites and lovers know.
And now I cannot hear you sing,
But love still holds your melody
For silence is a sounding thing
To one who listens hungrily.

Published in Caroling Dusk1927

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