On The Hilltop
There is no inspiration in the view. From where this acorn drops its thimbles brown The landscape stretches like a shaggy frown; The wrinkled hills hang haggard and harsh of hue: Above them hollows the heaven's stony blue, Like a dull thought that haunts some sleepdazed clown Plodding his homeward way; and, whispering down, The dead leaves dance, a sere and shelterless crew. Let the sick day stagger unto its close, Morose and mumbling, like a hoary crone Beneath her fagots huddled fogs that soon Shall flare the windy west with ashen glows, Like some deep, dying hearth; and let the lone Night come at last night, and its withered moon.
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"There is no inspiration in the view...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Madison Julius Cawein delivers a powerful performance in "On The Hilltop"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...