The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Death

DEATH

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.