Over The Hills Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Over The Hills

Rating: 3.1


Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming
Slowly I take my way.
Life is the night with its dream-visions teeming,
Death is the waking at day.

Down thro' the dales and the bowers of loving,
Singing, I roam afar.
Daytime or night-time, I constantly roving,--
Dearest one, thou art my star.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ohio / United States
Close
Error Success