With their heads adorned in splendor And dark shadows at their feet, With their slopes a mottled pattern In rich red and gold replete, As they roll away in glory I must answer to their call, -- The hills of old Ohio in the fall. When the frost has burned their summits, Set on fire their lambent crests, And the sunsets of October Seep through haze across their breasts, -- Naught more lovely is created By the maker of it all Than the hills of old Ohio in the fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A PERFECT SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EXTEMPORE, ON MR. WILLIAM SMELLIE by ROBERT BURNS MEMORIES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SOUL TO THE BODY by EDWARD CARPENTER |