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The Dark Hills

by Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1920

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 fadeā€”as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.

Tags: farewell, loss

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