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.

(C) Edna St. Vincent Millay
03/08/2017


Best Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

• Lament
• If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
• Kin To Sorrow
• Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
• Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
• Journey
• Macdougal Street
• Interim
• Indifference
• Low-tide
• Mariposa
• Inland
• Apostrophe To Man
• Grown-up
• Bluebeard
• I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields
• Portrait By A Neighbor
• Alms
• No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
• Midnight Oil
• Afternoon On A Hill