Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

The Dark Hills - Poem 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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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