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Слушать(AI)Invitation to Love
Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come,
O love, whene'er you may, And you are welcome, welcome.
You are sweet,
O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.
Come when my heart is full of grief Or when my heart is merry;
Come with the falling of the leaf Or with the redd'ning cherry.
Come when the year's first blossom blows,
Come when the summer gleams and glows,
Come with the winter's drifting snows, And you are welcome, welcome.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries
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