african american poetry

gloom
as evening falls
made up of loveliness alone
renew the vision of delight
do i like it
i have to say good-night
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
night is dark, and the winter winds
and how could you dream of meeting
why so sad my lovely one?
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
gingham dog and the calico cat
could we but know
and with the humming bird