Robert Laurence Binyon

Name, That Makes my Heart Beat

Name, that makes my heart beat,
Heard by chance in the throng’d street,
How delighted I turn to greet
The vision adored, the vision rare,
That surely should be where thou art spoken!
Alas, alas! it is not there:
Only hurrying faces stare,
Hard faces, in cold surprise,
Amazed at the joy that out of my eyes
Shines expectant, and then dies
Disappointed, the sweet spell broken!
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