The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Over The Hills

OVER THE HILLS

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.