Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

In The Forest - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

The beeches towering high
Greenly cloud the sky.
The shadows all are green
With living sun unseen.
O wonderful the sound
Of green leaves all around,
When nothing yet is heard
Of windy branches stirred
But wavering lights alone
Innumerably blown
Come trembling, and then cease
Upon a trembling peace.
What breathed in it? A sigh?
Or something yet more shy
Of speech? A spirit--kiss?
A waft of fairy bliss
That seeks for voice on our
Lips, there to find its flower
In some sweet syllable?
O Love, I cannot tell;
But light brims in your eyes
And makes divine replies.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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