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Robert Laurence Binyon - In Memory
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Home from the wounds of Earth and wasting Time
 The marvel of her beauty and morning prime
 She has taken, glorious with the dew of youth
 Still on her thoughts, those thoughts that from her eyes
 Gleamed still or splendid, unafraid of truth;
 All her white passion, all the secrecies
 Of wild, sweet fire that her heart guarded, all
 Her heart`s young rose, ere yet one leaf could fade or fall!

 She that was made like a song nobly wrought
 In fine, fair mould of movement, speech and thought,
 With glory of hair about the buoyant head;--
 In breaking voices we her beauty tell:
 But she is radiant, she is perfected,
 Where our long hopes far from our sorrows dwell,
 A song unended, but a song so sweet,
 No tongue of mortal dares its melody complete.
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