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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

Day’s End

Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)

WHEN I am weary, throng’d 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.