James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922.
Ironic: LL.D.
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Between the mountains; the prairie floor
Is like a curtain with the drape
Of the winds’ invisible shape;
And nowhere seen and nowhere heard
The sea’s quiet as a sleeping bird.
Arrival, in the very track
Where the urge put forth; so we stay
And move a thousand miles a day.
Time’s a Fancy ringing bells
Whose meaning, charlatan history, tells!