The Poetry Corner

Over The Hills

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

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.