Death Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Death

Rating: 3.0


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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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ohio / United States
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