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Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow

    By Paul Laurence Dunbar



I

    Love is the light of the world, my dear,
    Heigho, but the world is gloomy;
    The light has failed and the lamp down hurled,
    Leaves only darkness to me.

    Love is the light of the world, my dear,
    Ah me, but the world is dreary;
    The night is down, and my curtain furled
    But I cannot sleep, though weary.

    Love is the light of the world, my dear,
    Alas for a hopeless hoping,
    When the flame went out in the breeze that swirled,
    And a soul went blindly groping.


II

    The light was on the golden sands,
    A glimmer on the sea;
    My soul spoke clearly to thy soul,
    Thy spirit answered me.

    Since then the light that gilds the sands,
    And glimmers on the sea,
    But vainly struggles to reflect
    The radiant soul of thee.


III

    The sea speaks to me of you
    All the day long;
    Still as I sit by its side
    You are its song.

    The sea sings to me of you
    Loud on the reef;
    Always it moans as it sings,
    Voicing my grief.


IV

    My dear love died last night;
    Shall I clothe her in white?
    My passionate love is dead,
    Shall I robe her in red?
    But nay, she was all untrue,
    She shall not go drest in blue;
    Still my desolate love was brave,
    Unrobed let her go to her grave.


V

    There are brilliant heights of sorrow
    That only the few may know;
    And the lesser woes of the world, like waves,
    Break noiselessly, far below.
    I hold for my own possessing,
    A mount that is lone and still--
    The great high place of a hopeless grief,
    And I call it my "Heart-break Hill."
    And once on a winter's midnight
    I found its highest crown,
    And there in the gloom, my soul and I,
    Weeping, we sat us down.

    But now when I seek that summit
    We are two ghosts that go;
    Only two shades of a thing that died,
    Once in the long ago.
    So I sit me down in the silence,
    And say to my soul, "Be still,"
    So the world may not know we died that night,
    From weeping on "Heart-break Hill."



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