I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down -
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.
All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me -
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown -
But it's no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.
The Long Hill
Sara Teasdale
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