A Cliff Dwelling
Robert Frost
There sandy seems the golden sky
And golden seems the sandy plain.
No habitation meets the eye
Unless in the horizon rim,
ome halfway !p the limestone wall,
That spot of bla"k is not a stain
#r shadow, b!t a "a$ern hole,
%here someone !sed to "limb and "rawl
To rest from his besetting fears.
& see the "all!s on his so!l
The disappearing last of him
And of his ra"e star$ation slim,
#h years ago ' ten tho!sand years.