Hawaiian Hilltop (Taggard collection)/Hawaiian Hilltop
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HAWAIIAN HILLTOP
In Greece the shadows slept as still,In Rome, the hills were arched as high—Their wind now blows my hair, and willStir other maidens' when I die.
And leaves that print the dust with lines,And pebbles rubbed and rounded blue,And burrs like baby porcupinesLooked this way when the Nile was new.
And dust, to Babylonian feetWas downy soft,and good to tread.The bees that mumble in this heatMade the same honey for their bread.
Both early with the sun and lateCrept the same shades and flew the sameWhite flags of clouds across the straightHorizon of another name.
Men chipped us messages in stone,The careful stories of their kings—But they were dumb about their ownUndying things!