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Robert Laurence Binyon - Vigil
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In the hollow of pale night upon the moor
 The silence blows a perfume: O but hark!
 A sound is in the bosom of the dark,
 Breathed like a secret from the glimmering shore;
 A vigil of unearthly sound, the sea
 That never slumbers and begins anew,
 And melts into our hearts amid the dew,
 Murmuring on the moor to you and me.

 Out of a silence dateless as the old earth,
 Before ear heard or ever voice could frame
 Speech, or the human dearness of a name,
 To glorify man`s longing or his mirth,
 Ere ever any place was historied
 For hearts that sever yet their own home keep,
 That sound comes immemorial like sleep
 Fresh, with the morning in dark softness hid.

 O Love, O Love, were we not there, we too,
 In far nights and wild silences? Were we
 Not part of this old secret of the sea?
 For O your kiss, thrilling my body through,
 Touches me from eternity, as if I
 And you were of the things before Time came
 To measure men`s desire and loss and shame,
 And no use disenchants this mystery.
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