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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Dark GardenRobert Laurence Binyon - The Dark Garden
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When your head leans back slowly, and gazing eyes Muse earnest upon mine and starry swim With depths unfathomed that still well and rise, And the words fail, and sight with love grows dim, Whence comes that almost sadness, almost wound Of joy, whose thoughts sink like the wearied flight Of birds on seas, lost in love`s deeps profound, Inscrutable as odours blown through night? We know not: and we know not whence love rose Pouring its beauty over us, as the moon On this dim garden rises, and none knows Where she was wandering, those blind nights of June. Hush, hush, the mystery of life is here: Our sacred joy kisses our sacred fear.
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