Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

February Night - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

O Weariness, that writest histories
On all these human faces, and O Sighs
That somewhere silence hears! You have no part,
It seems, in the old earth's deep--flowering heart;
Your way of solace is a different way.

A colour comes upon the end of day.
At this street--corner, budded branches bare
Trace springing lines upon the tender air;
But over the far misty flush one's eye
Lights at an apparition: lo, on high
The little moon! as if she came all fresh
Into this world, where our brief blood and flesh
Is weary of burdens. She has seen all earth's
Most mighty races in their ends and births,
And all the glory and sorrow wrought and sung
Since lips found language; and to--night is young.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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