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Thursday, March 23, 2006


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 underground,
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.

~Edward Arlington Robinson

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