Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
The Paralytic
... Eager and swift, or grouped and loitering, they ...
WalnutLeaf Scent
... To house me higher than those high boughs ...
Words
... The frozen thought that once you clothed in bloom ...
Pine Trees
... Away from their brethren, their forest friends ...
Amo, Ergo Sum
... My heart shrinks from deep pains, too well foreknown, ...
An April Day
... Round the elms rough stature, climbing dark and high, ...
The Ebb Of War
... the black Skeleton of a vine, wrenched from the old house ...
A Winter Song
... Like despair. O the nearer, deeper ...
To A Solitary FirTree
... Thou, strong Tree, thou know'st not this: ...
Cherwell Stream
... Are Oxford's spires and towers ...
Westward
... I can hear, Lost in the green, bright silence, where I steer ...
Forest Silence
... Newly aware Of sudden charm ...
Trees are For Lovers
... So their hearts would spring, ...
In Carissimam Memoriam A.S.P.
... Hushed within those gray walls, that could not change, ...
In Memory
... Her heart's young rose, ere yet one leaf could fade or fall! ...
