The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

To a Dead Friend

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It is as if a silver chord

Were suddenly grown mute,

And life's song with its rhythm warred

Against a silver lute.

It is as if a silence fell

Where bides the garnered sheaf,

And voices murmuring, "It is well,"

Are stifled by our grief.

It is as if the gloom of night

Had hid a summer's day,

And willows, sighing at their plight,

Bent low beside the way.

For he was part of all the best

That Nature loves and gives,

And ever more on Memory's breast

He lies and laughs and lives.

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