Between two hills <br />The old town stands. <br />The houses loom <br />And the roofs and trees <br />And the dusk and the dark, <br />The damp and the dew <br />Are there. <br /> <br />The prayers are said <br />And the people rest <br />For sleep is there <br />And the touch of dreams <br />Is over all.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-two-hills/
