Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THESE LATTER DAYS, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN

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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!

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