Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THESE LATTER DAYS, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN Poet's Biography First Line: Take down thy stars, o god! We look not up Last Line: We read no sign. O god, take down thy stars! Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding Subject(s): God; Greed; Stars; Avarice; Cupidity | ||||||||
TAKE down thy stars, O God! We look not up. In vain thou hangest there thy changeless sign. We lift our eyes to power's glowing cup, Nor care if blood make strong that wizard wine, So we but drink and feel the sorcery Of conquest in our veins, of wits grown keen In strain and strife for flesh-sweet sovereignty, The fatal thrill of kingship over men. What though the soul be from the body shrunk, And we array the temple, but no god? What though, the cup of golden greed once drunk, Our dust be laid in a dishonoured sod, While thy loud hosts proclaim the end of wars? We read no sign. O God, take down thy stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL WITH MERCY FOR THE GREEDY by ANNE SEXTON MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PATH-FLOWER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |
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