Words for the Chisel (collection)/Picture
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Picture
These triumphant hills have stood
Waiting for human magnitude;
They have seen
Only the humble and the mean:
The hurried farmer, haying, heaping
Acres of grass before the storm;
Smoke from houses, winter reaping.
And the heavy uniform
Furrow . . . These hills have seen
Only the meagre and the mean;
Awkward women weeding rows;
Children brandishing at crows;
Men building barns and cutting wood
In an eternal solitude.
Waiting for human magnitude;
They have seen
Only the humble and the mean:
The hurried farmer, haying, heaping
Acres of grass before the storm;
Smoke from houses, winter reaping.
And the heavy uniform
Furrow . . . These hills have seen
Only the meagre and the mean;
Awkward women weeding rows;
Children brandishing at crows;
Men building barns and cutting wood
In an eternal solitude.