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Robert Laurence Binyon - Windows At Chatres
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Spiritual colour in dimness angel--high,
 The very Light made flesh! It is as though
 Blood throbbed and blanched and fired to feel the flow
 Of thought within the veins, or ecstasy
 Live in one still drop. What leaf`s juice could dye
 That clear, clear green of paradise, what glow
 Within the vine`s black purples deepen so,
 Meshed in the blue of coldly--burning sky?

 Light for its crystal body has put on
 Unearthly glory of verdure and of air
 At dawn, and bright in mystery the flame
 As of a heart eternal pulsing there.
 O, earth and sky were needing a new name
 When I came out into the simple sun.
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