Classic Poem

THE Edge OF THE H ILL

I F we walked over the edge of the hill
And on, should we reach the moon?
Silver it lies in the twilit skies
Just over trees that croon
With the trembling breeze and softened pleas
Of the whippoorwill's lone cry.
If we walked over the edge of the hill
And reached the moon, would the wefts of ill
Fade there, from love, and die?

If we walked over the edge of the hill
And on, should we reach the stars?
And God at the end, our final friend
In all time's troublous wars?
And then, at last, with the world far past,
Should we be satisfied?
Or long again for the edge of the hill?
And love so frailly human still?
And hopes that never abide?