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. MacDougal Street
2. The Fledgling
3. Low-Tide
4. The Shroud
5. Well, I Have Lost You

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