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 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.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 9, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“The Dark Hills” was published in The Three Taverns: A Book of Poems (The Macmillan Company, 1920).