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.
The Dark Hills
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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