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Robert Laurence Binyon - To Women
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Your hearts are lifted up, your hearts
 That have foreknown the utter price.
 Your hearts burn upward like a flame
 Of splendour and of sacrifice.

 For you, you too, to battle go,
 Not with the marching drums and cheers
 But in the watch of solitude
 And through the boundless night of fears.

 Swift, swifter than those hawks of war,
 Those threatening wings that pulse the air,
 Far as the vanward ranks are set,
 You are gone before them, you are there!

 And not a shot comes blind with death
 And not a stab of steel is pressed
 Home, but invisibly it tore
 And entered first a woman`s breast.

 Amid the thunder of the guns,
 The lightnings of the lance and sword
 Your hope, your dread, your throbbing pride,
 Your infinite passion is outpoured

 From hearts that are as one high heart
 Withholding naught from doom and bale
 Burningly offered up,--to bleed,
 To bear, to break, but not to fail!
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