by Langston Hughes    To fling my arms wide    In some place of the sun，    To whirl and to dance    Till the white day is done.    Then rest at cool evening    Beneath a tall tree    While night comes on gently，    Dark like me——    That is my dream！    To fling my arms wide    In the face of the sun，    Dance！  Whirl！  Whirl！    Till the quick day is done.    Rest at pale evening . . .    A tall， slim tree . . .    Night coming tenderly    Black like me.