Robert Laurence Binyon Poems

In a by--street, blocked with rubble
And any--way--tumbled stones,
Between the upstanding house--fronts'
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Ask me not, Dear, what thing it is
That makes me love you so;
What graces, what sweet qualities,
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When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day
That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,
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Gross, with protruding ears,
Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy and yet alert,
Red, full, and satisfied,
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The dripping of the boughs in silence heard
Softly; the low note of some lingering bird
Amid the weeping vapour; the chill fall
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Shattered tower and desolated keep
Darken; far below the river shines
Under cliffs that round the twilight sweep,
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Between the mountains and the plain
We leaned upon a rampart old;
Beneath, branch--blossoms trembled white;
Far--off a dusky fringe of rain
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In the time of wild roses
As up Thames we travelled
Where 'mid water--weeds ravelled
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Where do you float from, visions that shine ere sleep
Subdues with leaden law
The dancing fires of the brain?--In a shadowy land,
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And were they but for this, those passionate schemes
Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this
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