Author Dorothy Wordsworth The ridges of the hills Fringed with wood, Showing the sea through them Like the white sky, And still beyond The dim horizon of the distant hills, Hanging In one undetermined line Between sea and sky. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments