Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Death - Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Storm and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day

Sudden a vista peeps,
Out of the tangled deeps,
Only a point--the ray
But at the end is day.

Dark is the dawn and chill,
Daylight is on the hill,
Night is the flitting breath,
Day rides the hills of death.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010



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