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Eighty
Day Dreams
ELEMEHTART PRIZE POEM
JlC^NiGHTS in armor ride swiftly by, Horses trampling, banners flying;
A castle rears its head on high
And sees v/ith changeless eyes of stone Maidens in their bowers laughing.
Hears the prisoner’s stifled groan. Sees the dragons fierce and bold. Their tusks of ivory gleaming.
Watches kings with crowns of gold. Harks to the trumpet’s stirring call. To the bards of great deeds chanting. Thoughts and day dreams all.
D. R., ’38.
