Robert Laurence Binyon
Doing And Making - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon
I am weary of doing and dating
The day with the thing to be done,
This painful self translating
To a language not my own.
Give me to fashion a thing;
Give me to shape and to mould;
I have found out the song I can sing,
I am happy, delivered, and bold.
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