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.
Over The Hills
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Poem topics: death, dream, life, star, time, Valentine's Day, night, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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