Paul Laurence Dunbar
Long To’ds Night
Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin'
       &nbspHits a dahky man,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
W'en de row is mos' nigh ended,
       &nbspDen he stops to fan,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
De blue smoke f'om his cabin is a-callin' to him "Come;"
He smell de bacon cookin', an' he hyeah de fiah hum;
An' he 'mence to sing, 'dough wo'kin' putty nigh done made him dumb,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.

Wid his hoe erpon his shouldah
       &nbspDen he goes erlong,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
An' he keepin' time a-steppin'
       &nbspWid a little song,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
De restin'-time 's a-comin', an' de time to drink an' eat;
A baby's toddlin' to'ds him on hits little dusty feet,
An' a-goin' to'ds his cabin, an' his suppah 's moughty sweet,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.

Daih his Ca'line min' de kettle,
       &nbspRufus min' de chile,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night;
An' de sweat roll down his forred,
       &nbspMixin' wid his smile,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
He toss his piccaninny, an' he hum a little chune;
De wokin' all is ovah, an' de suppah comin' soon;
De wo'kin' time 's Decembah, but de restin' time is June,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.
Dey 's a kin' o' doleful feelin',
       &nbspHits a tendah place,
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night;
Dey 's a moughty glory in him
       &nbspShinin' thoo his face,
       &nbsp       &nbspLong to'ds night.
De cabin 's lak de big house, an' de fiah's lak de sun;
His wife look moughty lakly, an' de chile de puttiest one;
W'y, hit 's blessid, jes' a-livin' w'en a body's wo'k is done.
       &nbsp       &nbsp'Long to'ds night.