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.
Shabby House-wall
Robert Laurence Binyon
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Poem topics: city, dark, house, light, sky, sun, fruit, long, clear, wall, pure, touch, gold, order, high, yellow, suddenly, morning, labour, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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