High Over The Battling Street Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

High Over The Battling Street



High over the battling street
I watch the wind blow
In frenzy tearing the plane trees
That are tossing below.

The high balcony's railing
Casts a shadow unstirred:
Of this mad torment of air
The sun has not heard.

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