Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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.

1. Siege
2. Sometimes When I Am Wearied
3. The Wagon Stopped before the House
4. The Cairn
5. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years

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