Little is known about the life of poet Mary Weston Fordham. A free person of color from a relatively affluent family, she bravely ran her own school during the Civil War and was hired in 1865 as a teacher by the American Missionary Association. She taught during Reconstruction at the Saxon School in Charleston, South Carolina. Her poetry contains references to family and to the deaths of several children in infancy and displays an ease with meter and rhyme in lyrical explorations of historical, spiritual, and domestic themes.
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Serenade
Sleep, love sleep,
The night winds sigh,
In soft lullaby.
The Lark is at rest
With the dew on her breast.
So close those dear eyes,
That borrowed their hue
From the heavens so blue,
Sleep, love sleep.
Sleep,...
The Coming Woman
Just look, ’tis quarter past six, love—
And not even the fires are caught;
Well, you know I must be at the office—
But, as usual, the breakfast ’ll be late.
Now hurry and wake up the children;
And dress them as fast as you...