THE horns of the moon are tipped <br />With pearl. Her lover, wooed <br />By charms and won, Endymion, <br />Inherits quietude. <br />White the gleam <br />Of the dream <br />On his eyes. <br />The horns of the sun are dipt <br />In ruddy flame that flings <br />Adventurous young Icarus <br />To earth on ruined wings. <br />But he flew, <br />But he knew <br />Winds and skies. <br />Lucifer's horns have a crust <br />Of gold and topaz gem <br />On points that thrust to yellow dust <br />The heart that covets them. <br />Heed! take heed! <br />For by greed <br />Glory dies.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-profits/
