Dark hills at evening in the west, <br />Where sunset hovers like a sound <br />Of golden horns that sang to rest <br />Old bones of warriors under ground, <br />Far now from all the bannered ways <br />Where flash the legions of the sun, <br />You fade--as if the last of days <br />Were fading, and all wars were done.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-hills/
