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TREES AND OTHER POEMS

STARS (continued) Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry,

Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky.

Christ's Troop, Mary's Guard, God's own men,

Draw your swords and strike at Hell and strike again.

Every steel-born spark that flies where God's battles are,

Flashes past the face of God, and is a star. [ 21 ]