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.”—Three-time Pulitzer Prize-winning American
poet Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), “The Dark Hills,” from Collected Poems (1921)
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