Paul Laurence Dunbar,
The Farm House by the River
“ Her spirit from its thralldom torn Went singing o'er the river, And that sweet life my heart shall mourn Forever and forever. She dies one morn at early light When all the birds are singing, And Heaven itself in pure delight Its bells of joy seemed ringing. They laid her dust where soon and late The solemn grasses quiver, And left alone and desolate The farm house by the river. This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
