The Dark Hills
By Edwin Arlington Robinson
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.
Mr. Cavna, thank you.
September 19, 2016
October 31, 2017
Kind&Kinder about 5 years ago
The Dark Hills
By Edwin Arlington Robinson
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.
Durak Premium Member about 5 years ago
Mr. Cavna, thank you.