• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 11
  • Approx. Reading Time: 1 minute
Poetry

The Slave's Dream

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,  His sickle in his hand;His breast was bare, his matted hair  Was buried in the sand.Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,  He saw his Native Land.Wide through the landscape of his dreams  The lordly Niger flowed;Beneath the palm-trees on the plain  Once more...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 11
  • Approx. Reading Time: 1 minute