Robert Laurence Binyon
From The Chinese - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon
A flower, or the ghost of a flower!
Mist, or the soul of it, felt
In the secret night's mid hour,
Lost on the morning air!
Who shall recover it,--beauty born to melt
As the apparition of blossom brief and shy,
As the cloud in the sky that vanishes, who knows where?
Comments about From The Chinese by Robert Laurence Binyon
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.