THE hills are going somewhere; They have been on the way a long time. They are like camels in a line But they move more slowly. Sometimes at sunset they carry silks, But most of the time silver birch trees, Heavy rocks, heavy trees, gold leaves On heavy branches till they are aching . . . Birches like silver bars they can hardly lift With grass so thick about their feet to hinder . . . They have not gone far In the time I've watched them . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH by JOHN BYROM ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |