Pure--throated Flower,
Smelling of Spring,
Shaped beyond art's
Imagining;
Fathomless colour,
Breathed as an ether
Of flame and of stillness
Melted together;
Soul of the sun's beam
Changed to fairy
Flesh, so delicate,
Poised and airy!
I think of my own kind,
Hardly winning
A thousand battles
For joy's beginning;
Victory bloody
And with evil shared,
Splendour soiled
And greatness snared;
Truth conceded
Or won by halves,
Pitiful sores
And sorrier salves;
Blind authority
Treading like oxen's heels
All that sees clearest,
All that most feels.
But you are absolute
(Follow who can!)
As a commandment
Of God to man.
Straight you spring
And whole you spend,
And fall upon fruitful earth,
Clean to the end.
O to be pure
As a single sense,
Keen as scorn,
As love intense,
To live in the light,
And to die in a deed
That is faith's Amen
And has sown its seed!
A Daffodil
Robert Laurence Binyon
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Poem topics: I love you, evil, fairy, faith, flower, god, joy, light, sun, together, truth, soul, earth, single, sense, clean, straight, flame, victory, blind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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