"Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart, "Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art, To be led astray by the trick of a tress, By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;" And my heart was in sore distress. Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair, The light gleamed soft on her raven hair; And her lips were blooming a rosy red. Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air: "Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"
Paul Laurence Dunbar’s other poems:
- The Path
- Ere Sleep Comes down to Soothe the Weary Eyes
- The Master-Player
- Not They Who Soar
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