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Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Dark Hills
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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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