As the road runs beneath our wheels
Like a yellow river,
We play at hide-and-seek with the setting sun.
Now at the crest of the hill,
We are upon him and as we dip into the valley
He mischievously slips into the trees,
Smiling his golden smile.
Around the bend we shall find him …
But again we are baffled.
He has stumbled back of the hills,
Leaving behind him only his crimson laughter.
The darkening line of trees speeds by us,
The stars glimmering in their branches
Like fire-flies on a summer evening.
An occasional square of orange light gleams
From their midst its message
Of fire-side love and a beckoning arm-chair.
The grave hills draw close in the darkness;
They cluster about us in an ever narrowing circle;
They press upon us in their sombre wordlessness
Until the darkness blots them out.
(Edith Mirick)
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