For Paul Laurence Dunbar
Born of the sorrowful of heart,
    Mirth was a crown upon his head;
Pride, kept his twisted lips apart
    In jest, to hide a heart that bled.
This poem is in the public domain.
Once riding in old Baltimore, 
    Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, 
I saw a Baltimorean
    Keep looking straight at me.