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A sultry perfume of voluptuous June	A
Enchants the air still breathing of warm day	B
But now the impassioned Night draws over soon	A
To fold me in this high hollow quite away	B
From oaken groves beneath and glimmering bay	B
And valley rock bestrewn	A
From all but shadowy leaves and scented ground	C
And this intense blue slowly deepening round	C
From all but thoughts of beauty and delight	D
And thee that stealest as with hair unbound	C
O'er the hushed earth and lips sighing enamoured Night	D
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Not the fair vestal of the Spring's cold sky	E
But flushed from the ancestral East thy home	F
Drowsing the land thou stirrest joy to a sigh	E
Longing to passion and wild thoughts that roam	F
As through those hungering Asian forests come	G
Panthers of ardent eye	E
While over worlds wandering extravagant	H
Like some divine and naked Corybant	H
Thou movest dark woods tremble and suspire	I
And mortal spirits for life's full fountain pant	H
As in content awakes the genius of desire	I
	-
Richer than jewelled Indian realm is thine	A
O stepper from the mountain tops for whom	J
On viewless branches of the heavenly vine	A
The white stars cluster faint or thickly bloom	J
Through the sapphire abyss of glowing gloom	J
Press out a magic wine	A
For me I thirst from that intensest height	H
Where even our keen thought outsoaring sight	H
Faints and despairs ay from some virgin star	I
Brim me a cup of that untreasured light	H
Lone in a world unreached abounding and afar	I
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Most far is now most dear Blot out the near	I
Lost is the earth beneath me lost the day's	K
Removed ambition all that fretful sphere	I
Drowned in the dark and quenched its trivial praise	K
I would behold beyond a mortal's gaze	K
Behold ev'n now ev'n here	I
The beauty strange the ecstasy extreme	L
Of what should this divine gloom best beseem	L
The bosom of a Goddess or her hair	I
Invisible and fragrant gliding dream	L
Yet near as my heart beating of such charm aware	I
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Why have we toiled so patiently to bend	H
This bow of arduous life Unto what mark	M
For what have set to our desire no end	H
Steered to the utmost stormy sea our bark	M
Piercing with eagle thought the frozen dark	M
Been bold and gay to spend	H
Our warm blood hazarded wild odds and let	H
The bright world perish What far prize to get	H
What thing is this no speech could ever frame	L
Nor hundred creeds ever imprison yet	H
We breathe for it and die yet never named its name	L
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Star trembling Night Mother of songs unsung	N
And leaves unborn beneath the barren rind	H
Who findest for forbidden hope a tongue	N
Who treasurest most the treasure undivined	H
And flowers that banquet but the careless wind	H
To whom all joy is young	N
Prophetess of the fire that one day leaping	O
Shall burn the world's corruption of the sleeping	O
Swords that shall strike down tyrants from their throne	A
Mother of faith our frail thought onward sweeping	O
Breathe nearer whisper close spells of the dear unknown	A
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O of thy fated children number me	L
Now while the alien day deep sunken lies	P
And only the awakened soul may see	L
Far from the lips that flatter or despise	P
Foster my fond hope with thy certainties	Q
From time's subjection free	L
That I may woo from some bare branch a flower	I
Yea from this world a beauty and a power	I
She gives not of herself sustain me still	R
Through the harsh day through every taming hour	I
To find thy promise truth thy secret grace fulfil	R

Robert Laurence Binyon

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