Here you will find the Poem Vengeance Is Sweet of poet Paul Laurence Dunbar
When I was young I longed for Love, And held his glory far above All other earthly things. I cried: 'Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;' And with my subtlest art I wooed, And eagerly the wight pursued. But Love was gay and Love was shy, He laughed at me and passed me by. Well, I grew old and I grew gray, When Wealth came wending down my way. I took his golden hand with glee, And comrades from that day were we. Then Love came back with doleful face, And prayed that I would give him place. But, though his eyes with tears were dim, I turned my back and laughed at him.