Robert Laurence Binyon Poems

Now December darkens
Over Autumn dead.
The frozen earth now hearkens
For the last leaf to be shed.
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Move onward, Time, and bring us sooner free
From this self--clouding turmoil where we ply
On others' errands driven continually:
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In the high leaves of a walnut,
On the very topmost boughs,
A boy that climbed the branching bole
His cradled limbs would house.
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Pure--throated Flower,
Smelling of Spring,
Shaped beyond art's
Imagining;
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I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause
Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they
Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands
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On the road to Ypres, on the long road,
Marching strong,
We'll sing a song of Ypres, of her glory
And her wrong.
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A child in nature, as a child in years,
If on past hours she turn remembering eyes,
She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears,
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For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
Nay, they wither, root and stem,
If an end be set to them.
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Over fast--closed baby eyes
In the garden's golden air
Blossom--white the butterflies
Hover, hurry, part and pair,
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The Man.
O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God,
Who taught thee thus to wield thy rod?
So jealous of a happy heart,
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