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What is lovelier than rain that lingers Falling through the western light?
The light that's red between my fingers Bathes infinite heaven's remotest height.
Whither will the cloud its darkness carry Whose trembling drops about me spill?
Two worlds, of shadow and splendour, marry:
I stand between them rapt and still.
Robert Laurence Binyon
Robert Laurence Binyon, CH (10 August 1869 – 10 March 1943) was an English poet, dramatist and art scholar. Born in Lancaster, England, his pare
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