Swift and straight as homing dove, <br />Heedless, so its flight be flown, <br />All the full stream of thy love, <br />Love that knows no mortal bounding, <br />Pours, is emptied for its own, <br />Glorious Heart, <br />Great and loyal and abounding! <br /> <br />Over stormy waters eager <br />Lifted like a breasting prow, <br />Though the winds and waves beleaguer, <br />To one star thy true course guiding <br />Onward, ever onward, thou <br />Glorious Heart, <br />Steerest, hoping, well confiding. <br /> <br />When thy strength within thee faints, <br />When to grief the way is hard, <br />All thy heroes and thy saints, <br />Lo, with strong hands arming for thee, <br />Hold thy tenderness in guard, <br />Glorious Heart, <br />They that bore thy pains before thee. <br /> <br />Like a flag that, battle--girt, <br />Keeps its ardent colours high, <br />Knows not either hate or hurt, <br />Nay, nor fear nor thought of turning, <br />Flag for which men leap to die, <br />Glorious Heart, <br />I adore thy beauty burning.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glorous-heart/
