Robert Laurence Binyon Poems

What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected,
Unaccountably conquered, where thou seemed'st strong?
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Thump of a horse's hoof behind the hedge;
Long stripes of shadow, and green flame in the grass
Between them; discrowned, glaucous poppy--pods
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Lamp that risest lone
From thy secret place,
Like a sleeper's face,
Charged with thoughts unknown,
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All is wild with change,
Large the yellow leaves
Hang, so frail and few.
Now they go, they too
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Their hearts were burning in their breasts
Too hot for curse or cries.
They stared upon the towers that burned
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Within, the pillars soar to gloom

Lit by the glimmering Rose ;
Spirits of beauty shrined in stone
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I
Gentle as fine rain falling from the night,
The first beams from the Indian moon at full
Steal through the boughs, and brighter and more bright
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Whatever seemed to reign within my breast,
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
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Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs,
Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs;
Blowing brows of forest, where soft airs are free,
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Together by bright water
We sat, my love and I.
Light as a skimming swallow
The perfect hour went by
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