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Robert Laurence Binyon - Going West
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Just as I came
 Into the empty, westward--facing room,
 A sudden gust blew wide
 The tall window; at once
 A shock of sudden light, vibrating like a flame,
 Entered, as if it were the wind`s bright spirit
 Stealing to me upon some secret quest.
 The wonder of the West
 Burst open: under dark and rushing cloud
 That rained illumined drops, it glorified
 Each corner where so dazzlingly it struck:
 The shadows cowered, the brilliance overflowed.
 As suddenly, all faded.
 Wet, wild air blew in
 At the idly--swinging door
 Stormily crumpled fallen shreds of leaves,
 Dried scarlet and burnt yellow and ashy brown:
 They fluttered in like fears and blew across the floor
 And I, to the heart invaded,
 Felt as that wild light palpitated through me
 And died in a moment down,
 Exalted by a visionary fear
 That from the light more than the shadow fell;
 A divination of splendid spirits near,
 Of glorious parting and of great farewell.
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