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There were three hills that stood alone / With woods about their feet. / They dreamed quiet when the sun shone / And whispered when the rain beat.
They wore all three their coronals / Till men with houses came / And scored their heads with pits and walls / And thought the hills were tame.
Red and white when day shines bright / They hide the green for miles, / Where are the old hills gone? At night / The moon looks down and smiles.
She sees the captors small and weak, / She knows the prisoners strong, / She hears the patient hills that speak: / "Brothers, it is not long;
"Brothers, we stood when they were not / Ten thousand summers past. / Brothers, when they are clean forgot / We shall outlive the last;
"One shall die and one shall flee / With terror in his train, / And earth shall eat the stones, and we / Shall be alone again. "