Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

The Wound - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

I have too happy been.
Some sad Fate envies me.
An arrow she, unseen,
Has fitted to her bow,
And smiling grim, I know,
Let the drawn shaft leap free.

Deep in my side it pierced:
With sudden pain I shook,
And gazed around, the accurst
Perfidious foe to espy.
Lo, only thou art nigh,
With sweet and troubled look!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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