The Dark Hills / Edwin Arlington Robinson

 
The Dark Hills

Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade — as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.

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Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)
from The Three Taverns, 1920

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the Unite States, and the European Union]

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