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Robert Laurence Binyon - Wind At Midnight
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Naked night; black elms, pallid and streaming sky!
 Alone with the passion of the Wind,
 In a hollow of stormy sound lost and alone am I,
 On beaten earth a lost, unmated mind,
 Marvelling at the stars, few, strange, and bright,
 That all this dark assault of surging air,
 Wrenching the rooted wood, hunting the cloud of night,
 As if it would tear all and nothing spare,
 Leaves supreme in the height.

 Against what laws, what laws, what powers invisible,
 Unsought yet always found,
 Cries this dumb passion, strains this wrestle of wild will,
 With tiger--leaps that seem to shake the ground?
 Is it the baffled, homeless, rebel wind`s crying
 Or storm from a profounder passion wrung?
 Ah, heart of man, is it you, the old powers defying,
 By far desires and terrible beauty stung,
 Broken on laws unseen, in a starry world dying
 Ignorant, tameless, young?
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