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SONG FOR A PLAY by HILDA CONKLING

First Line: SOLDIER, DROP THAT GOLDEN SPEAR!
Last Line: IT IS THE END . . .

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 . . .



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