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Robert Laurence Binyon - Day’s End
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When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day
 That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,
 I still my mind at evening and put all else away
 But the image of my Love, where all my hopes I house.

 The thoughts of her fall gently as the gentleness of snow.
 That after storm makes smoothness in the ways that are rough;
 White with a hush of beauty over my heart they grow
 To the peace of which my heart can never hold enough.
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