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Robert Laurence Binyon - Surrender
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Pale was the early day,
 Fog--white the winter air,
 When up a hill--side bare,
 Roughened with rimy grass,
 I took my thoughtless way.

 As my feet strayed uphill
 I felt the blank cloud float
 Past, and bedew my coat.
 At unawares I found
 A gate, and there stood still.

 And on a sudden behold,
 Above, the virgin blue,
 Blue, bathing my heart through!
 A shock of blueness bright
 Pierced with an eye of gold.

 And there uprising tall
 From mist to warm sapphire,
 Straight up like windless fire,
 A poplar stood alone,
 White, dream--fresh, virginal.

 Rime robed her, pure as snow.
 O white was never white
 As this which thrilled my sight.
 I stood still in the mist,
 Dazzled, entranced, aglow.

 For in a dazzling drift
 The rime rained down, it gleamed,
 It shivered soft, it streamed,
 Radiant as tears of joy
 When the heart gives all its gift.

 Alone in the still, still air
 To the divine lone height
 Of blue this poplar white
 Like virgin ecstasy
 Stript all her beauty bare.
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