The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

Over the Hills

113 of 424 · 1 min of reading

Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming

Slowly I take my way.

Life is the night with its dream-visions teeming,

Death is the waking at day.

Down thro' the dales and the bowers of loving,

Singing, I roam afar.

Daytime or night-time, I constantly roving,--

Dearest one, thou art my star.

· · ·

End of part 113 of 424