The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
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HILLS OF THE WEST
Hills of the west, that gird
Forest and farm,
Home of the nesting bird,
Housing from harm,
When, on your tops, is heard
Storm.
Forest and farm,
Home of the nesting bird,
Housing from harm,
When, on your tops, is heard
Storm.
Hills of the west, that bar
Belts of the gloam,
Under the twilight's star,
Where the mists roam,
Take ye the wanderer
Home.
Belts of the gloam,
Under the twilight's star,
Where the mists roam,
Take ye the wanderer
Home.
Hills of the west, that dream
Under the moon,
Making of wind and stream,
Late heard and soon,
Parts of your lives that seem
Tune.
Under the moon,
Making of wind and stream,
Late heard and soon,
Parts of your lives that seem
Tune.
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Hills of the west, that take
Silence to ye,
Be it for sorrow's sake
Or memory,
Part of such silence make
Me.
Silence to ye,
Be it for sorrow's sake
Or memory,
Part of such silence make
Me.
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||