Soldier drop that golden spear!
Wait till the fires arise!
Wait till the sky drops down and touches the spear,
Crystal and mother-of-pearl!
The sunlight droops forward
Like wings.
The birds sing songs of sun-drops.
The sky leans down where the spear stands upward. . .
I hear music . . .
It is the end . . .
Song For A Play
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: mother, music, soldier, sun, hear, pearl, golden, sunlight, crystal, sky, wait, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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