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What wouldst thou with me By what spell	A
My spirit allure absorb compel	A
The last long beam that thou didst drink	B
Is buried now on evening's brink	B
The garden's leafy alleys lone	C
With shadowy stem and mossy stone	C
Intangibly seem now to dress	D
Colour and odour motionless	E
A stealing darkness breathes around	F
As if it rose out of the ground	F
And tingeing into it soft gold	G
Ebbs and the dewy green glooms cold	G
And dim boughs into black retire	H
But thou seven throated Flower of Fire	I
Sombring all the shadows near thee	J
Dost still as if the night did fear thee	J
Glory amid the failing hues	K
And this invading dusk refuse	K
And breathing out thy languid spice	L
My spirit to thine own entice	L
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Warm wafts that linger touch my cheek	M
What is it in me thou wouldst seek	M
Thou meltest all my thoughts away	N
As leaf on leaf is mingled grey	N
In shadow on shadow past discerning	O
O cold to touch to vision burning	O
What power is in thee so to change	P
And my familiar sense estrange	P
Thou seemest born within a mind	Q
That has no ken of human kind	Q
Remote from quick heart curious brain	R
Feeling in joy thinking in pain	R
Remote as beauty of sleeping snow	S
Is from a flame's wild shredded glow	S
Remote from mirth anger or care	T
Or the deep wound and want of prayer	T
Yet like some word of splendid speech	U
Beyond our human hearing's reach	U
Whose meaning could its sound be known	C
Might earth's imprisoned secret own	C
That binds as with a viewless thread	V
This throbbing heart of joy and dread	V
With tremblings of the wayside grass	W
And pillars of the mountain pass	W
And circling of the stars extreme	X
In boundless heights of heaven I dream	X
My dark heart into earth I heap	Y
My spirit over with cold sleep	Y
Resign my senses one by one	Z
To glooms that never saw the sun	Z
Fade from this self to what behind	Q
Earth's myriad shapes is urging blind	Q
Am emptied of man's name become	A2
A blankness as the mountain dumb	A2
If so I may attain to win	B2
The secret thou art rooted in	B2
	-
Can life renounce not life Must still	C2
The inexorably moving will	C2
Seek and make rankle the dulled sting	O
Of essence Must the desert spring	O
Revive and the forgotten seed	D2
Be drawn again by its old need	D2
Through blind beginnings of a sense	E2
And dark desire of difference	F2
And fear and hope that feeds on fear	G2
To its own destined character	I
I cannot lose nor abdicate	H2
The separateness of my state	H2
Nor thou that out of burial drawn	I2
Through the black earth didst shoot and dawn	I2
Tender and small and green and mount	J2
In air a springing silent fount	J2
Until the cold bud sheathed so long	K2
Slow swelled and burst like sudden song	K2
Into the sun's delight and naught	J2
Of costliest tissue ever wrought	J2
Fragrant and in rare colours dyed	J2
For the white body of a bride	J2
Or king's anointing feast could so	S
Enrich the noon or inly glow	S
To lose the sweetly kindled sense	E2
In mystery of magnificence	E2
	-
Was there no cost to make thee fair	T
Did no far off long pains prepare	T
Those clustered curves of incense breath	L2
Did nothing suffer unto death	L2
To poise thee in thy glory Came	M2
No tinge upon thy coloured flame	M2
From sighs Was there no bosom bled	J2
That thou mightest be perfected	J2
As serving some taskmaster's doom	N2
A brown slave patient at the loom	N2
Toils weaving his fine web of gold	J2
More precious than his race to fold	J2
In soft attire an idle queen	O2
When long his own thin hands have been	B2
Dust but in all their toil arrayed	J2
She through her pillared palace shade	J2
Glows flower like and her young gaze has	E2
No thought of any deep Alas	E2
Threaded into the sumptuous vest	J2
That lies upon her perfumed breast	J2
Or as at crimsoned eve on high	P2
Some dying warrior turns his eye	P2
Where lifted over spear and sword	J2
Among the loud victorious horde	J2
A golden trophy gleams with blood	J2
That from his own spent body flowed	J2
And trumpets sound across the sand	J2
To sunset in a conquered land	J2
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O thou wast from life's weltering ore	Q2
Breathed by enchanting mind before	Q2
Man was in his own shape Far far	R2
Thou seemest as the evening star	R2
Yet movest me like that lone light	J2
Fetched through the ages of the night	J2
Into this breathing garden close	E2
Or like the things that no man knows	E2
In a child's eyes or like for one	Z
Watching a seaward sinking sun	Z
Beyond cold wastes of water pale	S2
The dim communion of a sail	S2
Ah though I know not what thou art	J2
Yet in the fastness of my heart	J2
How shall I tell what lies unwrought	J2
Into the figured films of thought	J2
Uncoloured yet by sharp or sweet	J2
Or what forge of transforming heat	J2
Threatens this world of use and fact	J2
Wherewith the busy brain is packed	J2
Thou art of me O Flower of Flame	M2
What is not uttered has no name	M2
The springing of a want unmated	J2
A joy no fallen hour has dated	J2
Some of my mystery thou holdest	J2
Secretly splendidly unfoldest	J2

Robert Laurence Binyon

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