Robert Laurence Binyon
Robert Laurence Binyon Poems
- For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her ...
- Winter Sunrise It is early morning within this room; ...
- In The High Leaves Of A Walnut In the high leaves of a ...
- Hunger I come among the peoples like a shadow. I sit down ...
- The Little Dancers Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the ...
- The Burning Of The Leaves I Now is the time for the burning ...
- The Rain Was Ending, And Light The rain was ending, and ...
Robert Laurence Binyon (10 August 1869 at Lancaster – 10 March 1943 at Reading, Berkshire) was an English poet, dramatist, and art scholar. His most famous work, For the Fallen, is well known for being used in Remembrance Sunday services.
Moved by the opening of the Great War and the already high number of casualties of the British Expeditionary Force, in 1914 Laurence Binyon wrote his For the Fallen, with its Ode of Remembrance, as he was visiting the cliffs of northern Cornwall (where a plaque commemorates it nowadays.) The piece was published by The Times newspaper in September, when public feeling was affected by the recent Battle of Marne.
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For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe. ...