Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Days EndLaurence Binyon (18691943)
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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.
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.