The Dark Hills

Sunset at Gettysburg
Sunset at Gettysburg

The Dark Hills

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.

Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1869 – 1935

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