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Robert Laurence Binyon - Carvalhos
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Earth, I love thee well;
 And well dost thou requite me.
 I have no tongue to tell
 How this day thou hast thrilled
 With wonder, to delight me,
 My heart, intensely stilled.

 On the white--walled knoll I stand
 And feel beneath me glowing
 The noon--hushed, lovely land:
 Hills beyond hills, and few
 Far towns a faint crest showing
 Faint in the rounding blue.

 Blue sea and radiant sky,
 Blue sky and mountain marry;
 And the mind, raised up on high,
 Onward and onward springs;
 Where`er she choose to tarry,
 On every side are wings.

 To the sun the sun--bathed pines
 Their strength and sweetness render.
 From where the far foam shines
 Like the rim of a dazzling shield,
 All fervent things and tender
 Life, joy, and perfume yield.

 Me, too, with mastering charm
 From husks of dead days freeing,
 The sun draws up, to be warm
 And to bloom in this sweet hour;
 The stem of all my being
 Waited to bear this flower.
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