Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

Day’s End - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day
That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,
I still my mind at evening and put all else away
But the image of my Love, where all my hopes I house.

The thoughts of her fall gently as the gentleness of snow.
That after storm makes smoothness in the ways that are rough;
White with a hush of beauty over my heart they grow
To the peace of which my heart can never hold enough.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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