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My Little March Girl by Paul Laurence Dunbar

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Topics: love-shayari, nature-poetry, romantic-poetry

Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she walks like a queen in the street, Weather-defying, calm, placid and sweet. Tripping along with impetuous grace, Joy of her life beaming out of her face, Tresses all truant-like, curl upon curl, Wind-blown and rosy, my little March girl. Hint of the violet's delicate bloom, Hint of the rose's pervading perfume! How can the wind help from kissing her face,—

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"Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart,..."

"My Little March Girl" by Paul Laurence Dunbar is a love and nature and romantic english poem consisting of 26 lines. This English poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart;...", this piece explores themes of love and nature and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Paul Laurence Dunbar's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906) was an American poet and novelist who was one of the first African-American writers to gain national prominence. His poems in dialect—including "When Malindy Sings"—and standard English explore Black life with humor, pathos, and dignity.

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