Day
Read 'Day' by 'Paul Laurence Dunbar' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The gray dawn on the mountain top
Is slow to pass away.
Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
The golden God of day.
And then a light along the hills,
Your laughter silvery gay;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
You come and it is day.
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