The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

Day

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The gray dawn on the mountain top

Is slow to pass away.

Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,

The golden God of day.

And then a light along the hills,

Your laughter silvery gay;

The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,

You come and it is day.

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