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Robert Laurence Binyon - WordsRobert Laurence Binyon - Words
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Words, breathing words, full--murmuring syllables! How you enrich the thoughts that dwell in you With far--brought perfume, that no meaning tells Yet stirs the mind to flower in thoughts anew! Sometimes how lulling like the rain`s soft veil, Then vivid as the pressure of a hand, Now filled with fair surmises like a sail. Before the blue coast of some foreign land. O words, you live and therefore you can die, Ill--yoked, imprisoned, tamed in a dull task! So callous tongues may use you, but not I, Who for your grace, a wooing lover, ask. Dead things may kill; and you being dead entomb The frozen thought that once you clothed in bloom.
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