East Huntingdon High School - Mirror Yearbook (Alverton, PA)

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THREE SWORDS Three blades from out the smithy fire He drew, and forged with starry blows Beyond his door the skies of God Bloomed like an unplucked rose. Three swords, he said, I make for you Oh little Knight of Love and Youth! One blade is Knowledge, one is Faith, And one is Hope, forsooth! I was so young, and life, a rose That bloomed beyond the smithy door-- Give me the first, I cried, and rode Out like a knight to war! Another year I came again- His forge was like a rose agleam. Give me the second sword, I said, That I may fight-and dream. The second sword lay in my hand, I rode once more, as knights must do, But all my casque was wet with tears, And my heart's blolod trickled through Then came I back along the road, Thrice-ridden. till I saw his fire Glow redlv through the bitter dusk Like a iiower of desire. The third l I gasped, Give me the third The last sword. that I fight and die! Then turned again. and low. I saw. A dust of roses through the sky! -Dana Burnet.