| Edwin Arlington Robinson (18691935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| VII. The Three Taverns |
| 5. 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 | 5 |
| Where flash the legions of the sun, | |
| You fadeas if the last of days | |
| Were fading, and all wars were done. | |
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