Tag: Edwin Muir
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CHILDHOOD
CHILDHOOD Long time he lay upon the sunny hill, To his father’s house below securely bound. Far off the silent, changing sound was still, With the black islands lying thick around. He saw each separate height, each vaguer hue, Where the massed islands rolled in mist away, And though all run together…
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The Horses by Edwin Muir
The Horses Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came. By then we had made our covenant with silence, But in the first few days it was so still We listened to our breathing and were afraid. On the second…