Robert Laurence Binyon

Because Thou Art Nearest

Because thou art nearest
To the mystery of the fire
That is Earth’s and the soul’s
And the body’s desire,
Whereof we were made
As a song out of sound,
Trembling together
And together enwound,
O frailer, more fading
The hope and the lure
That are not where thou art:—
They fade nor endure,
But in thee is the secret,
The star, and the fire,
Ever nearer and dearer,
My joy, my desire.
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