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Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon


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Pale are the words I build for my delight
To house in; pale as the chill mist that holds
An ardent morn. My fire to others' sight
But dimly burns through the frail speech it moulds;
I cast but shadows from my inward light.
But, O my Joy, thou understandest well
Both what I can and what I cannot tell.



Robert Laurence Binyon


Robert Laurence Binyon's other poems:
  1. The Dead to the Living
  2. Flame and Snow
  3. Now That I Have Won
  4. The Snows of Spring
  5. Inheritance


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