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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Make Bright the Arrows

Make bright the arrows
Gather the shields:
Conquest narrows
The peaceful fields.
 
Stock well the quiver
With arrows bright:
The bowman feared
Need never fight.
 
Make bright the arrows,
O peaceful and wise!
Gather the shields
Against surprise.

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