Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | ||
TRIOLET
Silent they stand against the wall,The mouldering boots of other days.
No more they answer Duty's call—
Silent they stand against the wall,—
Over their tops the cold bugs crawl
Like distant herds o'er darkened ways.
Silent they stand against the wall.
The mouldering boots of other days.
Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | ||