The House on the Hill |
The House on the Hill
By: Edwin Arlington Robinson
They are all gone away,The House is shut and still,There is nothing more to say.
Through broken walls and grayThe winds blow bleak and shrill:They ar...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 19:03:00 GMT |
dark hills |
The Dark Hills
by: Edwin Arlington Robinson
Dark hills at evening in the west,Where sunset hovers like a soundOf golden horns that sang to restOld bones of warriors under ground,Far now from all ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 18:53:00 GMT |
