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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INTO THE FOG, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL
First Line: Down thro' the hills winding wearily down
Last Line: Light in the window—and home!
Subject(s): Memory
First Line: Down thro' the hills winding wearily down
Last Line: Light in the window—and home!
Subject(s): Memory
Down thro' the hills winding wearily down—
Nightmists and twilight and murk,
Breath of wet downlands where fallen gods frown,
Shadows that loiter and lurk.
Out from the hills rounding down, gullied deep—
Uplands of sumach and fern,
Whippoorwills calling from meadows asleep,
Dim, haunted vistas that turn.
White lift the walls clogged with bracken and log,
Winding on down to the sea;
Thro' the white glen drifting down thro' the fog
To a voice that is calling to me.
A stir thro' the mists and a freshening sea-chill,
White sands that whisper and moan,
Dark whins and sand-grass and drift-wood a-spill,
A light in the window, and home!
White grow the years, drift and rubble a-clog,
Wearing on down to the sea;
Nightmists and white drifting in with the fog,
And voices are calling to me.
Murmurous drifts and a freshening chill
Lingering breath of brown loam,
Memories dear, dream-haunted, a-spill,
Light in the window—and home!
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