Changing Time Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Changing Time

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THE cloud looked in at the window,
And said to the day, 'Be dark!'
And the roguish rain tapped hard on the pane,
To stifle the song of the lark.
The wind sprang up in the tree tops
And shrieked with a voice of death,
But the rough-voiced breeze, that shook the trees,
Was touched with a violet's breath.

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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ohio / United States
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