Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk, <br />When purple ribbons bind the hill, <br />Do dreams your secret wish fulfill, <br />Do prayers, like kernels from the husk <br />Come from your lips? Tell me if when <br />The mountains loom at night, giant shades <br />Of softer shadow, swift like blades <br />Of grass seeds come to flower. Then <br />Tell me if the night winds bend <br />Them towards me, if the Shenandoah <br />As it ripples past your shore, <br />Catches the soul of what you send.<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me/
