So we, who‘ve supped the self-same cup, To-night must lay our friendship by; Your wrath has burned your judgment up, Hot breath has blown the ashes high. You say that you are wronged—ah,...

Back a short while ago, while reading my Dunbar book, the poem "To Louise" made me start to hum a tune, since the way Dunbar rhymes his poem made it quite easy to make into a song. So far as I...