The Book of American Negro Poetry/After the Winter

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3894950The Book of American Negro Poetry — After the WinterJames Weldon JohnsonClaude McKay

AFTER THE WINTER

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves,
And against the morning's white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We'll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire the shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a lonely nest
Beside an open glade,
And there forever will we rest,
O love—O nut-brown maid!