A Poem a Day Series – Day 7

Phyllis Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872 – 1906 Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, Few are my years, but my griefs are not few, Ever to youth should each day be a May-day, Warm wind and rose-breath and diamonded dew— Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day. Oh for the sunlight that shines on a May-day! Only the cloud hangeth over my life. Love that should bring me youth’s happiest heyday Brings me but seasons of sorrow and strife; Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray...