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THE OFFERING
O love, in whose heart-murmured name
Is charm against life's endless wrong,
Since all the untuned world became
In you a song!
Is charm against life's endless wrong,
Since all the untuned world became
In you a song!
I bring not only all I wrought
Into the faltering words of speech,
I dedicate the song I sought
Yet could not reach,
Into the faltering words of speech,
I dedicate the song I sought
Yet could not reach,
Nay, all that passionately fired
My heart with hope for ever new
Of unattained, but deep-desired
Beauty, to you.
My heart with hope for ever new
Of unattained, but deep-desired
Beauty, to you.
Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon | ||