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UPON a pasture hill a pine-tree stands And in the air holds up its slender hands; A double sheep-track turns beneath the tree, Dips to the firs, and seeks the meadow lands.
Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899
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- Boston: Small, Maynard, and Company
- 1900
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Page 5
The sun is setting; slowly, one by one, Faint breaths of wind along the branches run; The quiet of the hills is on the air And on the earth beneath a quiet sun.
In contrast with the sky a gray stone wall Is black beneath the orange light; and all The earth is black; never so black the earth As underneath a sunset sky in fall.
The pine-tree's plumy branches make a net And hold the light of heaven; and nearer yet, Cold in the unfeatured blackness of the ground, Up-springs a ray from some hid rivulet,
Deep in the pasture hummocks at my feet; I hear its icy ripple, low and sweet; No other sound; but in the air, unheard, I hear the pulse of winter coldly beat.