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Robert Laurence Binyon - Shabby House—Wall
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Shabby house--wall
 Of bricks once yellow,
 Dingied with city grime,
 Dusty and sallow,

 The high sun, glorying
 In clear gold, edges
 Your crumbled mortar`s
 Luminous ledges.

 You glow with a touch
 From the pure sky.
 And suddenly all
 Is new to the eye.

 I see you as labour`s
 Rough fruit and homely,
 Raised morning by morning
 To an order comely;

 Labour of hands long dead,
 Living, when all`s at rest,
 After the dark has come
 And the light gone West.
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