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Katharine Lee Bates - War ProfitsKatharine Lee Bates - War Profits
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THE horns of the moon are tipped With pearl. Her lover, wooed By charms and won, Endymion, Inherits quietude. White the gleam Of the dream On his eyes. The horns of the sun are dipt In ruddy flame that flings Adventurous young Icarus To earth on ruined wings. But he flew, But he knew Winds and skies. Lucifer`s horns have a crust Of gold and topaz gem On points that thrust to yellow dust The heart that covets them. Heed! take heed! For by greed Glory dies.
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